Like a Rolling Stone

(Bob Dylan)

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Lyrics:

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, for your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home.
Like a complete unknown.
Like a rolling stone?
Just like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finese school all right, Miss lonely,
But you know you only used to get, juiced in it.
Nobody ever taught you how to live on the street,
Now you find out you're gonna have to get, used to it.
You said 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 ask him, do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own.
With no direction home.
Like a complete unknown.
Just like a rolling stone?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home.
Like a complete unknown.
Like a rolling stone?
Just like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns,
on the jugglers and the clowns,
When they all come down and 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 the chrome horse,
with your diplomat.
Who caried on his sholder, 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 be on your own.
With no direction home.
Like a complete unknown.
Just like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple, and all the pretty people.
They're drinkin' thinkin' that they, got it made.
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things.
But you'd better lift 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 got nothing, you got nothing to lose.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets, to conceal.
How does it feel?
To be on your own.
Like a complete unknown.
Just like a rolling stone?