It was the 3rd of September, the day I always remember, yes I will, cause that was the day my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him, never heard nothing but bad things about him. Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth. Papa was a Rolling Stone. Oh, Papa was a Rolling Stone. Wherever he lay his hat was his home, and when he died, oh he left a Rolling Stone. It was the 3rd of September, the day I always remember, yes I will, cause that was the day my daddy died. I never got a chance to see him, never heard nothing but bad things about him. Mama I'm depending on you to tell me the truth. Oh, Papa was a Rolling Stone. Wherever he lay his hat was his home, and when he died, oh he left a Rolling Stone. Mama, is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day in his life? And Mama, some bad talk going round town saying Papa had three outside children and another wife. And that ain't right, and that ain't right, and that ain't right. Papa was a Rolling Stone. Wherever he lay his hat was his home, and when he died, oh he left a Rolling Stone. Papa was a Rolling Stone. Papa was a Rolling Stone.