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
Mama, I'm depending on you
To tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said, "Son,..
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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."
Hey, mama!
Is it true what they say that papa never worked a day in his life?
And, mama, some bad talk goin' round town sayin' that papa had three outside children and another wife,
And that ain't right
Heard them talking papa doing some store front preachin'
Talked about saving souls and all the time leechin'
Dealing in debt and stealing in the name of the Lord
Mama just hung her head and said,
Almost heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees, younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home to the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads
My Mama done told me
When I was in knee pants
My Mama done told me
"Son, a woman'll sweet talk
And give you the big eye
But when the sweet talkin's done"
A woman's a two face
A worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues
In the night
Oh, the path was deep and wide
From footsteps leading to our cabin
Above the door there burned a scarlet lamp
And late at night a hand would knock
And there would stand a stranger
Yes, I'm the son of Hickory Holler's tramp
Yeah, the weeds were high, the corn was dry
When daddy took to drinking
Him and Sally Walker, they up and ran away
Then Momma shed a silent tear
Momma let me out on a Saturday night
She said: "Now go out and get her, go and hold her tight"
I said: "Now Momma, you don't understand, every time I touch her hand
It's like I'm burning in the fires of Hell
And if I hold it too long, you never can tell
What'll happen to me, wouldn't want you to see"
Look out!
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
She's a hell raiser, star chaser, trail blazer
Natural born raver, yeah, yeah, yeah
Look out!
Oh little baby, you'll never cry, nor will you hear a sweet lullabye
Oh unborn child, if you only knew just what your momma was plannin' to do
You're still a-clingin' to the tree of life, but soon you'll be cut off before you get ripe
Oh unborn child, beginning to grow inside your momma, but you'll never know
Oh tiny bud, that grows in the womb, only to be crushed before you can bloom
Mama stop! Turn around, go back, think it over
Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over
Stop, turn around, go back think it over
Oh no momma, just let it be. You'll never regret it, just wait and see
Think of all the great ones who gave everything
That we might have life here, so please bear the pain
Mama stop! Turn around, go back, think it over
Now stop, turn around, go back, think it over
Stop, turn around, go back think it over
So you're a tough guy
Like-it-really-rough guy
Just-can't-get-enough guy
Chest-always-so-puffed guy
I'm that bad type
Make-your-mama-sad type
Make-your-girlfriend-mad type
Might-seduce-your-dad type
I'm the bad guy, duh
Mom's sick. She says she can't get up.
My little brother's getting hungry.
I must go to the village to ask for some food.
Would you help me?
Sure, Connie, I'll help you
I'll always feel good when you with me
You're my friend, Connie
Are you always gonna be there when I grow up? Are you?
Cross my heart
Don't you forget about me?
Don't you forget about me?
We were soft and young
In a world of innocence
Don't you forget about me?
Don't you forget our dreams?
Now you've gone away
Only emptiness remains
I beg your pardon, mama, what did you say?
My mind was drifting off on Martinique Bay.
It's not that I'm not interested, you see;
Augusta, Georgia is just no place to be.
I think Jamaican in the moonlight.
Sandy beaches, drinking rum every night.
We got no money, mama, but we can go;
We'll split the difference, go to Coconut Grove.
Keep on talking, mama, I can hear
Your voice, it tickles down inside of my ear.
I feel a tropical vacation this year,
Might be the answer to this hillbilly fear.
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