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Like A Rolling Stone Lyrics By Bob Dylan

    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 akiddin’ 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

    aw you’ve gone to the finest school all right miss lonely
    but ya know ya only used to get juiced in it
    nobody’s ever taught ya how to live out on the street
    and now youre gonna have to get used to it
    you say you 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

    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

    4
    aw princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
    they’re all drinkin’ thinkin’ that they got it made
    exchangin’ all precious gifts
    but you’d better take your diamond ring ya 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 ya ya can’t refuse
    when ya ain’t got nothin’ you got nothin’ to lose
    you’re invisible now ya 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

    Artist: Bob Dylan

    Year: 1965

    Decade: 60s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 188