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Phil Collins Papa Was a Rollin´Stone
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Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Stimme und Gesang
Amy Keys
Amy Keys
Begleitgesang
Bill Cantos
Bill Cantos
Klavier
Connie Jackson
Connie Jackson
Begleitgesang
Lamont Van Hook
Lamont Van Hook
Begleitgesang
Leslie Smith
Leslie Smith
Begleitgesang
Lynne Fiddmont
Lynne Fiddmont
Begleitgesang
Terron Brooks
Terron Brooks
Begleitgesang
Phil Todd
Phil Todd
Baritonsaxofon
Bob Babbitt
Bob Babbitt
Bassgitarre
Chester Thompson
Chester Thompson
Schlagzeug
Daryl Stuermer
Daryl Stuermer
Gitarre
Eddie Willis
Eddie Willis
Gitarre
Ray Monette
Ray Monette
Gitarre
Brad Cole
Brad Cole
Tasteninstrumente
Graeme Blevins
Graeme Blevins
Tenorsaxofon
John Aram
John Aram
Posaune
Guy Barker
Guy Barker
Trompete
Tom Rees Roberts
Tom Rees Roberts
Trompete
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Barrett Strong
Barrett Strong
Songwriter:in
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Phil Collins
Phil Collins
Produzent:in
Yvan Bing
Yvan Bing
Ingenieur:in

Letra

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 Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth Momma 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, Momma Is it true what they say that Papa never worked a day, in his life And Momma, there's some bad talk goin' round town That Papa had three outside children, and another wife Heard them talking 'bout Papa doing some storefront preachin' Talked about saving souls and all the time leeching Dealing in debt, stealing in the name of the law Momma 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, yeah, you know it Wherever he laid his hat was his home When he died, all he left us was alone Oh, yeah Come on, tell me Hey Momma 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 Folks say Papa never was much on thinking Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking Momma I'm depending on you, tell me the truth Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home When he died, all he left us was alone You know it Papa was a rolling stone Wherever he laid his hat was his home When he died, all he left us was alone Papa was a rolling stone, yeah, you know it Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone Yeah, you know I'ma chew on this Papa was a rolling stone, you hear me? Wherever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone (Nothing but bad things things to pad in) Papa was a rolling stone
Writer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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