viernes, 19 de septiembre de 2008

PAPA WAS A ROLLING STONE



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, 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, bad talk going around town
saying that Papa had three outside children and another wife.
And that ain't right.
HEARD SOME talk about Papa doing some store front preaching.
TalkIN 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 call himself a jack of all trade.
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave?
Folk say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bill.
Hey Mama, folk 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. 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."




* Ayer me enteré de la muerte de Norman Withfield, autor de muchas canciones de la Motown, como esta que fue popularizada por The Temptations.

10 comentarios:

alain dijo...

cómo estamos últimamente!!!

hitsville usa ha perdido a uno de los grandes!

que en paz descanse.

desconvencida dijo...

R.I.P...

Mondo Gitane dijo...

Marvin también le debía más de una...
QEPD.

Luismi dijo...

Menuda canción. Era tan buena que no había versión mala (hasta George Michael la empalmaba con "Killer" de Admaski y quedaba la mar de bien).

Qué tío Norman. Qué tío.

desconvencida dijo...

*Así es, Mondo...

* Luismi, no conozco la versión de George Michael, a vr si la escucho algún día...

Juan dijo...

¡Qué gran canción!

desconvencida dijo...

Dí que sí, Juan... Por cierto que me encanta el baile que se marcan los Temptations aquí, ¡vaya ritmo! (quien lo tuviera)...

jaja, genial la idea de tu blog :D

NoSurrender dijo...

Cada vez hay más al otro lado, es inevitable. También ha muerto hace poco Richard Wright, el teclista de Pink Floyd, uno de los hombres que más me han impresionado en la soledad de mis pensamientos.

Salud!

Tomás dijo...

"Sus conquistas son como un sueño, las olvida al despertar cuando los aplausos lo traen de vuelta, a él que anda tan lejos viviendo su cuarto de hora de minuto y medio."

Bendito Pendergast!


Saludos.
Tomás

desconvencida dijo...

* así es, lagarto, los buenos nos abandonan...

* me ha gustado la cita, tomás, bienvenido!

 
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