It was the third of September. That day I`ll always remember yes I will. `Cause that was the day that my daddy died. Never had a chance to see him no. Never heard nothin` but bad things about him. Mama I`m depending on you to tell me the truth. Mama just hung her head and said. Chorus. "Papa was a rollin` stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home. And when he died. All he left us was alone" (repeat). Hey Mama is it true what they say. That Papa never worked a day in his life. Some bad talk going around sayin`. Papa had there outside children. And another wife. That ain`t right. Heard some talk about Papa and his storefront. Preachin`. Talkin` about saving souls and all the time. Leaching. And dealing in dirt. Stealin` in the name of the Lord. But Mama she just said. Chorus. Say I heard my papa was a jack of all trades. Is that what sent Papa to an early grave?. Folks say Papa would beg borrow or steal just. To pay his bills.. Hey Mama folks say Papa was never much on thinkin`. Spent most of his time chansin` women and drinkin`. But Mother I`m depending on you to tell me the. Truth. But my mama she just said