[00:00.00] 作词 : Barrett Strong/Norman J. Whitfield
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Barrett Strong/Norman J. Whitfield
[01:57.59]It was the third of September
[02:01.80]That day I'll always remember, yes I will
[02:07.24]'Cause that was the day that my daddy died
[02:14.95]I never got a chance to see him
[02:18.91]Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
[02:22.84]Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth
[02:28.86]Momma hung her head and said
[02:31.23]Papa was a rolling stone
[02:35.27]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[02:38.85]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[02:46.76]Papa was a rolling stone
[02:51.20]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[02:54.78]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[03:33.23]Hey Momma!
[03:35.04]Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life
[03:41.02]And Momma, there's some bad talk goin' round town
[03:44.16]Papa had three outside children and another wife
[03:50.12]Heard some talk about Papa doing some storefront preachin'
[03:54.21]Talking about saving souls and all the time leechin'
[03:57.84]Dealing in debt, stealing in the name of the law
[04:04.25]Momma hung her head and said
[04:06.39]Papa was a rolling stone
[04:10.66]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[04:14.36]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[04:21.41]Son, Papa was a rolling stone (here you know it)
[04:26.45]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[04:30.13]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[04:57.00](Come on, tell me)
[05:00.53]Hey, Momma
[05:02.19]I heard Papa called himself a jack-of-all-trades
[05:06.02]Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave
[05:10.09]Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal
[05:13.37]To pay his bills
[05:17.95]Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
[05:21.82]Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
[05:25.63]Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth
[05:33.51]Papa was a rolling stone
[05:37.65]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[05:41.30]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[05:48.67](You know) Papa was a rolling stone
[05:53.46]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[05:57.18]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[06:02.80](Nothin' but bad things)
[06:05.05]Papa was a rolling stone (here you know it)
[06:09.26]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[06:12.93]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[06:21.27]Papa was a rolling stone
[06:25.13]Wherever he laid his hat was his home
[06:28.76]And when he died, all he left us was alone
[06:33.83](Nothin' but bad things about him)

作词 : Barrett Strong/Norman J. Whitfield
作曲 : Barrett Strong/Norman J. 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, tell me the truth
Momma 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
And Momma, there's some bad talk goin' round town
Papa had three outside children and another wife
Heard some talk about Papa doing some storefront preachin'
Talking about saving souls and all the time leechin'
Dealing in debt, stealing in the name of the law
Momma 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
Son, Papa was a rolling stone (here you know it)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
(Come on, tell me)
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
Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking
Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
(You know) Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
(Nothin' but bad things)
Papa was a rolling stone (here you know it)
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
(Nothin' but bad things about him)