Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine,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 'bout
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?
Well,you've gone to the finest school,all right, miss Lonely but you know you only used to get
Juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street'baby, you're gonna get
Used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp but now you
You realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes and you have to be one of
Do you want to make,make a deal?
But how does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Well,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
Kicks for you
You used to ride on the 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?
I said how does it feel?
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 'bout
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?
Well,you've gone to the finest school,all right, miss Lonely but you know you only used to get
Juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street'baby, you're gonna get
Used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp but now you
You realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes and you have to be one of
Do you want to make,make a deal?
But how does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Well,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
Kicks for you
You used to ride on the 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?
I said how does it feel?
Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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