Lyrics:

It was the third of SeptemberThat day I'll always remember, yes I willCause that was the day, that my daddy diedI ne
ver got a chance to see himNever heard nothin' but bad things about himMomma I'm depending on you, to tell me the truthMomma
just hung her head and said, son(Chorus)Papa was a rolling stone, (my son)Where ever he laid his hat was his homeand when
he died, all he left us was alone(Repeat Chorus)Hey Momma!Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day, in his l
ifeAnd Momma, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that Papa had three outside childrenAnd another wife, and that ain't righ
tHeard them talking Papa doing some store front preachin'Talked about saving souls and all the time reachingDealing in debt,
and stealing in the name of the lawMomma just hung her head and said...(Chorus) x 2Hey Momma,I heard Papa called himself
a jack of all tradesTell me is that what sent Papa to an early graveFolks say Papa would beg, borrow, stealTo pay his bills
Hey Momma,Folks say Papa never was much on thinkingSpent most of his time chasing women and drinkingMomma I'm depending on
you, to tell me the truthMomma looked up with a tear in her eye and said, son...(Chorus) x 4