Like a Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan / Bob Dylan: Highway 61 revisited (1965)
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Once upon a time, you | dressed so fine, |
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Threw the bums a dime, | in your prime, | didn't you? |
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People call, say " | Beware, doll, you're | bound to fall." |
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You | thought they were all | kiddin' you. |
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You used to | laugh about | Everybody that was | hangin' out, |
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Now | you don't | talk so | loud, | Now you | don't | seem so | proud, |
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About havin' to be | scroungin' your next | meal. |
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How does it | feel? | How does it | feel. |
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To be without a | home. | Like a complete Un | known. |
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Like a rollin' | stone. | (harp) |
You've gone to the finest school, 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 be on your own, with no direction home. |
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 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 ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose; |
You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal. |
How does it feel? How does it feel? |
To be on your own, with no direction home. |
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone. |