歌手:Phil Collins
专辑:《(Love Is Like A) Heatwave (Live) [2016 Remastered]》

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

To tell me the truth

Momma just hung her head and said
Papa was a rolling stone my son

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

When he died all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

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

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 hung her head and said
Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

And when he died all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

When he died all he left us was alone

So 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 to tell me the truth

Momma hung her head and said

Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

When he died all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

When he died all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

And when he died all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

And when he died all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone

Where ever he laid his hat was his home

When he died all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling rolling rolling rolling rolling stone