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Bob DylanLike A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine.
You threw the bums a dime in your prime,
Didn't you?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll,
You're bound to fall." You thought they were all
Kiddin' you.

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud.
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging
Your next meal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone?

Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right,
Miss Lonely, but you know you only used to get
Juiced in it.

Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the
street
And now you're gonna have to get
Used to it.

You say you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, "Do you want to make a deal?"

How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone?

Ah, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did
Tricks for you.

You never understood that it ain't no good.
You shouldn't let other people get your
Kicks for you.

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your
diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel
To, ha, be on your own?
No direction home
Like a complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone.

Ah, Princess in the steeple and all the pretty
people;
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it
made;
Exchangin' all 'precious gifts.
You'd better take your diamond ring.
You'd better pawn it, babe.

You used to be so amused at Napoleon in rags
And the language that he used.
Go to him now. He calls you. You can't refuse.
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now. You got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel?
Ah, how does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone?
Once upon a time you dressed so fine.
You threw the bums a dime in your prime,
Didn't you?

People'd call, say, "Beware doll,
You're bound to fall." You thought they were all
Kiddin' you.

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you don't talk so loud.
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging
Your next meal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone?

Ah, you've gone to the finest school all right,
Miss Lonely, but you know you only used to get
Juiced in it.

Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the
street
And now you're gonna have to get
Used to it.

You say you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, "Do you want to make a deal?"

How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone?

Ah, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did
Tricks for you.

You never understood that it ain't no good.
You shouldn't let other people get your
Kicks for you.

You used to ride on a chrome horse with your
diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat.
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel
To, ha, be on your own?
No direction home
Like a complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone.

Ah, Princess in the steeple and all the pretty
people;
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it
made;
Exchangin' all 'precious gifts.
You'd better take your diamond ring.
You'd better pawn it, babe.

You used to be so amused at Napoleon in rags
And the language that he used.
Go to him now. He calls you. You can't refuse.
When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now. You got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel?
Ah, how does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown;
Like a rolling stone?

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