Papa
was a Rollin' Stone
Norman Whitfield Barrett
Strong
It can be played in any Key that suits your voice but I would use a minor Key and not a major for transposing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XaZ8uGo5dt8
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Song : Bb Bbm 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 Chorus 2x: Bbm Papa was a rolling stone, (my son) Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was a loan Bbm 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 leechin' Dealing in debt, and stealing in the name of the Lord Momma just hung her head and said... Chorus 2x Bbm 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... Chorus 4x
from 'All Directions' (1972)*
Verse 1:
Em Am
It was the third of September; that day I'll always re-member,
Em
'Cos that was the day, that my daddy died.
Em
I never got a chance to see him;
Am
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him.
Em
Mama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth.
Chorus 1:
(Spoken):
Mama just hung her head and said; "son...
Em Am
Papa was a rollin' stone; wherever he laid his hat, was his home.
Em Am Em
And when his died, all he left us was a-lone".
Verse 2:
Em
Hey, Mama, I heard Papa call himself a jack of all trades;
Am
Tell me, is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Em
Folks say Papa would beg borrow or steal to pay his bills.
Hey, Mama, folks say Papa was never much on thinkin';
Am
Spend most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'!
Em
Mama, I'm depending on you, to tell me the truth.
Chorus
(Repeat to Fade)
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