It Was the Third of September...

[michael_ital]

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, son

Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
Where ever 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
And Momma, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that Papa had
three outside children
And another wife, and that ain't right
Heard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin'
Talked about saving souls and all the time reaching
Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the law
Momma just hung her head and said...

Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone

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, son...

Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
and when he died, all he left us was alone

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Deep shit