Like a Rolling Stone - 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 kiddin' you
    You used to laugh about
    Everybody that was hangin' out
    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 rollin' stone

    You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lonely
    But you know you only used to get juiced in it
    Nobody ever taught you how to live out on the street
    But you find out now 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 he says, "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

    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 the chrome horse with your diplomat
    Who carried on his shoulders 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 have to be on your own, with no direction home
    Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone

    Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
    They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made
    Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts
    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 nothin' you got nothin' to lose
    You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal

    How does it feel? Aaah, 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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