Papa Was a Rolling Stone wherever he laid his hat was his home
mom always gone cuz she was rocking steady to the break of dawn
the lightning striked and the Thunder rolled as we passed by the phone praying against the weather that kept them gone all life long
Papa chased fancy
mama called on Tyrone
so me and my sis had to pick up the pieces and repair a home
we used to act like airplanes in the night sky are like...