The Four Tops - Papa Was a Rollin' Stone Lyrics
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Papa Was a Rollin' Stone
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What Are The Lyrics For Papa Was a Rollin' Stone By The Four Tops?
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 Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Mama just hung her head and said, "Son" [Chorus:Repeat x2] "Papa was a rollin' stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when his died, All he left us was alone" Hey, Mama, is it true what they say That Papa never worked a day in his life? And Mama, there's been talk all around town Sayin' that Papa had three outside children and another wife And that ain't right! Heard some talk about Papa doin' some storefront preachin' Talked about savin' souls and all the time leachin' Dealin' in drugs and stealin' in the name of the Lord Mama just hung her head and said, "Son" [Chorus] Hey, Mama, 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 or steal to pay his bills Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin' Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin' Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth Mama looked up with a tear and said, "Son" [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Papa Was a Rollin' Stone By The Four Tops?
Barrett Strong, Norman Whitfield
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What's The Duration Of The Papa Was a Rollin' Stone By The Four Tops?The duration of Papa Was a Rollin' Stone is 3:12 minutes and seconds. |
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