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ET Awful Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Apr-12-06 10:22 AM
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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 nothing but bad things about him.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama just hung her head and said,
"Son, 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, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

Well, well.

Hey Mama, is it true what they say,
that Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Mama, some bad talk going around town
saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife.
And that ain't right.
Hey, talk about Papa doing some store front preaching.
Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching.
Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord.

Mama just hung her head and said,
"Papa was a rolling stone, my son.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
"Hey, Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."

Uh.

Hey Mama, 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.
Hey Mama, folks say that Papa was never much on thinking.
Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking.
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth.

And Mama looked up with a tear in her eye and said,
"Son, Papa was a rolling stone. (Well, well, well, well)
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."

"I said, Papa was a rolling stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
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mikeytherat Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Apr-12-06 11:05 AM
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1. September
Do you remember, the 21st night of September
Love was changing the minds
Pretenders while chasing the clouds away

Our hearts were ringing,
In the key that our souls were singing
As we danced in the night,
Remember how the stars stole the night away

Chorus:
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day

My thoughts are with you
Holding hands with your heart to see you
Only blue talk and love,
Remember how we knew was love here to stay

Now December, found the love that we shared in September
Only blue talk and love,
Remember the true love as share today

Chorus:
Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day

Ba de ya - say do you remember
Ba de ya - dancing in September
Ba de ya - never was a cloudy day

mikey_the_rat
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_testify_ Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Apr-12-06 12:39 PM
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2. First thing I remember was askin' papa, "Why?",

First thing I remember was askin' papa, "Why?",

For there were many things I didn't know.

And Daddy always smiled; took me by the hand,

Sayin', "Someday you'll understand."

CHORUS:

Well, I'm here to tell you now each and ev'ry mother's son

You better learn it fast; you better learn it young,

'Cause, "Someday" Never Comes."

Well, time and tears went by and I collected dust,

For there were many things I didn't know.

When Daddy went away, he said, "Try to be a man,

And, Someday you'll understand."

CHORUS

And then, one day in April, I wasn't even there,

For there were many things I didn't know.

A son was born to me; Mama held his hand,

Sayin' "Someday you'll understand."

CHORUS

Think it was September, the year I went away,

For there were many things I didn't know.

And I still see him standing, try'n' to be a man;

I said, "Someday you'll understand."

CHORUS
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no name no slogan Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Wed Apr-12-06 12:58 PM
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3. There's a time to
There's a time to fuck and a time to crave,
But the Shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave!

There's a time to shit and a time for God,
The last shit that I took was pretty fuckin' odd!

There's a time for drugs and a time to be sane,
Jimi Hendrix makes love to Marilyn's remains!

There's a time to live and a time to die,
I smoke Elvis Presley's toenails when I wanna get high!

There's a time to fuck and a time to crave,
But the Shah sleeps in Lee Harvey's Grave!

Yeah, I am the ultimate God!
Don't even think of looking with your naked eye, motherfucker.
SHUT UP!
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