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Sidney, George, and Jackie: Papa Was A Rolling Stone
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jackie Robinson
Jackie Robinson
Performer
Sidney Crooks
Sidney Crooks
Performer
The Pioneers
The Pioneers
Performer
George Agard
George Agard
Performer
George Dekker
George Dekker
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Pioneers
The Pioneers
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It was the third of September
A day I'll always remember, yes, I will
'Cause it was the day that my daddy died
I never had the chance to see him
Never heard nothing but bad things about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
And Mama just hung her head and said
[Verse 2]
Your papa was a rolling stone (My son)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Singing, your papa was a rolling stone (My son)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone dog gone it
[Verse 3]
Hey Mama, is it true what they say
That papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, some bad talk goin' around
Sayin' that Papa had three outside children
And another wife, that ain't right
Hear some people talkin' 'bout Papa
Doin' some storefront preachin'
Talkin' 'bout savin' souls and all the time leeching
Dealing in death and stealing in the name of the Lord
[Verse 4]
And Mama just hung her head and said
Your papa was a rolling stone (No, no)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Singing, your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
[Verse 5]
Hey Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades
Is that what sent him to an early grave?
Folks say Papa used to beg, borrow, and steal
To pay his bills
Hey Mama, folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Mama, I'm counting on you to tell me the truth
And Mama just hung her head and said
[Verse 6]
Your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, lone, lone lone
Singing, your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone, alone, alone, alone
[Verse 7]
Dog gone it
Your papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Written by: Norman Whitfield
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