Third of September / Dritter September / Terceiro de Setembro / Tercer de Septiembre

A Rolling Stone are people who are always moving, with no roots in one place or another, avoid responsibilities and cares.
 
The proverb is often interpreted as referring to nomads who avoid taking on responsibilities or cultivating or advancing their own knowledge, experience, or culture.
 
A Rolling Stone might stay in a destination days, a couple of month or even a few years, but at the end he will always move on.
A Rolling Stone practices minimalism in order to support his frequent moves.
 
Rather than on money and possessions, A Rolling Stone focuses on experiences, happiness, and well-being and consequently works only when he has to.

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
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 Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
Hey 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, 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
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone
My daddy was
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home

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