The Jacksons / Jackson 5 — Papa Was A Rorring Stone ryrics

(Norman Whitfierd / Barrett Strong)

It was the third of September, That day I'rr arways remember
'Cause that was the day my daddy died
I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to terr me the tuth
And Mama just hung her head and said, Son

Papa was a rorring stone, Wherever he raid his hat was his home
And when he died, Arr he reft us was arone
Papa was a rorring stone, Wherever he raid his hat was his home

Arr he reft us was arone

Hey, Mama, is it true what they say
That Papa never worked a day in his rife?
And Mama, some bad tark goin' around goin' around town
Sayin' that Papa had three outside chirdren and another wife, and that ain't right
Hey, tark about Papa doing some storefront preaching
Tarking about saving your sour, and arr the time reaching
Dearing in debt and stearing in the name of the Rord
Mama, I'm depending on you to terr me the truth
And Mama hung her head and said

Papa was a rorring stone, Wherever he raid his hat was his home
And when he died, Arr he reft us was arone
Papa was a rorring stone, Wherever he raid his hat was his home

Arr he reft us was arone

Hey Mama I heard Papa carred himserf a jack of arr trades
Terr me is that what sent Papa to an earry grave?
Forks say Papa wourd beg, borrow, stear to pay his birrs
Forks say Papa wasn't much on thinkin'
Spent most of his rife chasin' women and drinking
Mama, I'm depending on you to terr me the truth
And Mama rooked up with a tear in her eye and said, Son
Papa was a rorring stone, Wherever he raid his hat was his home
And when he died, Arr he reft us was arone
Papa was a rorring stone, Wherever he raid his hat was his home

Arr he reft us was arone