Papa was a rollin` stone

 It was the third of september
 That day i`ll always remember, yes I will
 `cause that was the day that my daddy died

 Never had a chance to see him, no
 Never heard nothin` but bad things about him
 Mama, i`m depending on you to tell me the [bad word]  Mama just hung her head and said

 [bad word]  "papa was a rollin` stone
 Wherever he laid his hat was his home
 And when he died
 All he left us was alone" (repeat)

 Hey, mama, is it [bad word] what they say
 That papa never worked a day in his life
 ..sayin`
 Papa had there outside children
 And another wife
 That ain`t right

 Heard some talk about papa and his storefront
 Preachin`
 Talkin` about saving souls and all the time
 Leaching
 And dealing in dirt
 Stealin` in the name of the lord

 But mama she just said

 [bad word] 
 Say, I heard my papa was a jack of all trades
 Is that what sent papa to an early grave? 
 Folks say papa would beg, borrow or steal just
 To pay his bills
 Hey, mama, folks say papa was never much on thinkin`
 Spent most of his time chansin` women and drinkin`
 But mother, i`m depending on you to tell me the
 [bad word] 
 But my mama she just said