PAROLES DES ALBUMS DE SLASH > Toutes les paroles des albums de Slash et Velvet Revolver

1. The Pusher (Wayne Hoyt Axton)
2. Crossroads (Robert Leroy Johnson)
3. Hoochie Coochie Man (Willie Dixon)
4. Oh well (Peter Alan Green)
5. Key to the Highway (Charles Segar, William Broonzy)
6. Awful Dream (Sam (Lightnin’) Hopkins, Clarence Lewis, C. Morgan Robinson)
7. Born Under a Bad Sign (William Bell and Booker T. Jones)
8. Papa Was a Rolling Stone (Barrett Strong, Jesse Norman Whitfield)
9. Killing Floor (Chester Burnett)
10. Living for the City (Stevie Wonder)
11. Stormy Monday (T. Bone Walker)
12. Metal Chestnut (Slash)

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
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
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
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
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Papa was a rolling stone
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
Papa was a rolling stone (hey, hey, hey, hey)
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
Oh yeah, oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh