Craig David - Papa Was a Rolling Stone lyrics

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, son

Papa was a rolling stone (my son)
Where ever 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
Some bad talk goin' round town sayin'
That Papa had three outside children
And another wife, and that ain't right
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 just hung her head and said

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 hey Momma
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 looked up with a tear
In her eye and said, son

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 hey Momma
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 looked up with a tear
In her eye and said, son
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 hey Momma
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 looked up with a tear
In her eye and said, son
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 hey Momma
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 looked up with a tear
In her eye and said, son
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 hey Momma
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 looked up with a tear
In her eye and said, son