Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said, "Son
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow or steal to pay his bills
And when his died
(Spoken)
Papa was a rollin' stone
And when his died
All he left us was alone."
Papa was a rollin' stone
Mama just looked at him and said, "Son
Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
I never got a chance to see him
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
Hey, mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades
Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin'
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
