[00:00.000] 作词 : Barrett Strong/Jesse Norman Whitfield
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Barrett Strong/Jesse Norman Whitfield
[01:13.074]It was the third of September
[01:17.074]That day I'll always remember, yes I will
[01:22.708]'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
[01:30.824]I never got a chance to see him
[01:35.024]Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
[01:39.224]Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
[01:44.558]Momma just hung her head and said
[01:47.290]"Papa was a rolling stone
[01:51.708]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[01:55.272]And when he died, all he left us was alone"
[02:03.641]"Papa was a rolling stone
[02:07.941]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[02:11.541]And when he died, all he left us was alone"
[02:50.933]Hey, Momma!
[02:52.984]Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life?
[03:00.249]Some bad talk goin' round town sayin'
[03:02.688]Papa had three outside children and another wife
[03:06.938]And that ain't right
[03:08.988]Heard some talk Papa doing some storefront preachin'
[03:13.072]Talking 'bout saving souls and all the time leechin'
[03:16.921]Dealing in dirt, and stealing in the name of the Lord
[03:22.404]Momma just hung her head and said
[03:24.953]"Papa was a rolling stone
[03:29.370]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[03:32.905]And when he died, all he left us was alone"
[03:41.288]"Papa was a rolling stone
[03:45.521]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[03:49.188]And when he died, all he left us was alone," ooh!
[05:17.159]Hey, Momma!
[05:18.992]I heard Papa called himself a jack-of-all-trades
[05:23.209]Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
[05:27.376]Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills
[05:33.444]Hey, Momma!
[05:35.425]Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
[05:39.525]Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
[05:43.360]Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
[05:48.660]Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said
[05:51.511]"Papa was a rolling stone
[05:53.696]Hey, hey, hey, hey
[05:55.843]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[05:58.790]Was his home
[05:59.393]And when he died, all he left us was alone"
[06:07.760]"Papa was a rolling stone
[06:12.159]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[06:15.625]And when he died, all he left us was alone"
[07:11.345]Oh, yeah!
[07:15.264]Oh, yeah!
[07:25.230]Yeah, yeah!
[07:27.980]Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[07:35.967]Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

作词 : Barrett Strong/Jesse Norman Whitfield
作曲 : Barrett Strong/Jesse Norman Whitfield
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said
"Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"
"Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"
Hey, Momma!
Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life?
Some bad talk goin' round town sayin'
Papa had three outside children and another wife
And that ain't right
Heard some talk Papa doing some storefront preachin'
Talking 'bout saving souls and all the time leechin'
Dealing in dirt, and stealing in the name of the Lord
Momma just hung her head and said
"Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"
"Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone," ooh!
Hey, Momma!
I heard Papa called himself a jack-of-all-trades
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills
Hey, Momma!
Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said
"Papa was a rolling stone
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
Was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"
"Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"
Oh, yeah!
Oh, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh