Papa Was a Rolling Stone-Phil Collins

歌手 : Phil Collins
语种 : 英语
时长 : 06:44

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Papa Was a Rolling Stone - Phil Collins (菲尔·柯林斯)
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
When he died all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (my son)
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 (my son)
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
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
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
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 (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 (my son)
Where ever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
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