It was the third of September, that day I'll always remember
'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 looked at him and said, "Son,
Papa was a rollin' stone.
Wherever he laid his hat was...
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*SLAP*
*Yawn*
Been there...done that.....I'm soooooo past the slap stage w/ you.