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From: Claudio Ruaj Shekaina  (Original message) Sent: 19/01/2011 04:31

 
 
  
 
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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."

Ugh

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 life 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, lone, lone, lone, alone."
"Papa was a rolling stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was his home.
(And when he died) All he left us was alone."
 
 
 
Fue un tres de Septiembre
Ese día siempre lo recordare, sí señor
Pues ese fue el día que mi papi murió
Nunca tuve el chance de conocerle
Nunca escuché más que cosas malas de él
Mamá, dependo de ti, dime la verdad
Y Mamá simplemente bajó su cabeza y dijo,
“Hijo, Papá era un trotamundos
Su hogar estaba donde posaba su sombrero
(Y cuando murió) Lo único que dejó fue soledad.”
 
Oye Mamá, ¿es cierto lo que dicen?
¿Que Papá nunca trabajó ni un solo día de su vida?
Y Mamá, se escuchan comentarios malos por el barrio
que dicen que Papá tenía tres hijos por fuera, y otra esposa
¡Y eso no está bien!
Escuché rumores de que Papá predicaba a las puertas de negocios
Hablando de salvar almas y todo el tiempo como una sanguijuela
Traficando, endeudado, y robando en nombre del Señor
 

Oye Mamá, oí que Papá se calificaba a sí mismo de hombre orquesta
Dime, ¿es eso lo que envió a Papá a una muerte temprana?
La gente dice que Papá pedía limosna, pedía prestado y robaba para pagar sus cuentas

Oye Mamá, la gente dice que Papá nunca pensaba muy bien las cosas
Pasó la mayor parte del tiempo persiguiendo mujeres y bebiendo

Mamá, dependo de ti para que me digas la verdad

 
 
  
 
 
 
 



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From: Marti2 Sent: 21/01/2011 07:02
Gracias Claudio por compartir

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From: Damara Sent: 22/01/2011 17:56
Gracias,Claudio
Feliz sábado

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