It was the third of September
A day I'll always remember (yes I will)
'Cause that was the day
that my daddy died
I never got 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 shook her head and said, "Son,
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone..."
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