Happy Father’s to all dads out there! Jim Adams has given us a dads’ theme for today’s Song Lyric Sunday. I have chosen an old Temptations song, Papa was a Rolling Stone.
A song performed by Motown recording act the Undisputed Truth. It was written by Norman Whitfield and Barrett Strong in 1971, and released as a single in May 1972. It peaked at number 63 on the Pop Charts and number 24 on the R&B Charts. The song was included on the Undisputed Truth’s album Law of the Land (1973).
Later that year, Whitfield, who also produced the song, took “Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone” and remade it as a 12-minute record for the Temptations, which was a number-one hit on the Billboard Hot 100 and won three Grammy Awards in 1973. While the original Undisputed Truth version of the song has been largely forgotten, the Temptations’ version of the song has been an enduring and influential soul classic.
Lyrics
Papa was a Rolling Stone Temptations
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 to tell me the truth Momma 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, yeah) 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, some bad talk goin’ round town sayin’ that Papa had three outside children And another wife, and that ain’t right Heard some talk Papa doing some storefront preachin’ Talking about saving souls and all the time leechin’ Dealing in dirt, and stealing in the name of the Lord Momma 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 (dad gumma it) Where ever he laid his hat was his home And when he died, all he left us was alone
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 Hey Momma Folks say Papa never was much on thinking Spent most of his time chasing women and drinking Momma I’m depending on you to tell me the truth Momma 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
Mind Love Misery's Menagerie Saturday Mix - A Cascade Cascade, a form created by Udit Bhatia, is all about receptiveness, but in a smooth cascading way like a waterfall. The structure is as follows: a/b/c, d/e/A, f/g/B, h/i/C
What happened to you? Spouting allegations I recognize you no more You are a strange aberration Like a two headed monster With whom am I dealing An anomaly of a man Who can leave me reeling
Unable to collect myself when you turn on a dime My feelings muddled Being slow is now a crime Confidence has been lost I bounce off your arrogance Spinning and confused I doubt my relevance
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These Wednesday’s roll around quickly don’t they? This week Linda G Hill’s One Liner Wednesday has a new badge thanks to Laura from Riddle from the Middle who won the challenge for a new graphic. Congratulations Laura!
My contribution this week is humor, as usual. Hope you enjoy the laugh!
Sarah is hosting D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us with our memories of markets. Mine is of Petticoat Lane in London where I used to go as a child. It was colorful and memorable
Walking slowly through the woods, Jessica was lost in her thoughts. It had been an emotionally driven weekend and she desperately wanted to shake off the remnants of the past two days.
She stopped suddenly when far away an interrupted cry jerked her out of her reverie. She wondered what it could be. Perhaps someone was hurt or an animal maybe.
Hearing it again she moved quickly towards the sound. She had come off the trail and was venturing into the deep forest. The sound was closer now, and as she pulled back some wayward bushes, she saw it.
There in front of her was a dog tied to a tree. It was clearly distressed
‘Oh, you poor doggie, who did this to you?’ Jessica said tenderly
‘Get away from the bitch. Now!’ he said as he pointed the 12-gauge shotgun at her.
Bjorn is hosting at D'Verse Poets this Monday and has challenged us to write some flash fiction - no more than 144 words. It also has to include this line from "When far away an interrupted cry" from Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost