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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slash
Guitar
Demi Lovato
Vocals
Michael Jerome
Drums
Johnny Griparic
Bass
Tash Neal
Guitar
Teddy Andreadis
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Barrett Strong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Clink
Producer
John Spiker
Mixing Engineer
David Spreng
Recording Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
John Ewing
Recording Engineer
Matt DeSear
Recording Engineer
Oak Felder
Recording Engineer
Darrell Thorp
Recording Engineer
Chad Shlosser
Recording Engineer
Logan Taylor
Assistant Engineer
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
Mama, I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Hey, mama, is it true what they say
That Papa never worked a day in his life?
Some bad talk's goin' around town sayin' papa had three outside children
And another wife and that ain't right
Heard some talk, papa doing some storefront preachin'
Talkin' 'bout saving souls and all the time leechin'
Dealin' in debt and stealin' in the name of the Lord
Mama just hung her head and said
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone (yeah)
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone, hoo
Hey, mama
I heard papa call 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, mama
Folks say papa never was much on thinkin'
Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'
Mama, I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth
Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said
Papa was a rolling stone (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home (was his home)
And when he died
All he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone (ho-oh)
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone (whoa)
Hoo
Whoa, yeah
Oh-whoa, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Hoo
Hoo
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong
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