Like a Rolling Stone

Bob Dylan

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    Once upon a time you dressed so fine
    Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
    People call, say: Beware, doll, you're bound to fall
    You thought they were all a-kidding you

    You used to laugh about
    Everybody that was hanging 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

    Aw, 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?

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

    Aw, you never turned around to see the frowns
    On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for 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 hang on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone

    Aw, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
    They're all drinking, thinking that they got it made
    Exchanging all precious gifts
    You'd better take your diamond ring, you 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?
    Aw, 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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    Composition: Bob Dylan

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