him. Never heard nothing but bad things about him. Mama, I’m depending on you to tell me the truth. And Mama looked at me 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 …