Like a Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan / Bob Dylan: Highway 61 revisited (1965)
| C | Dm | |
| Once upon a time, you | dressed so fine, |
| Em | F | G | |
| Threw the bums a dime, | in your prime, | didn't you? |
| C | Dm | Em | |
| People call, say " | Beware, doll, you're | bound to fall." |
| F | G | |
| You | thought they were all | kiddin' you. |
| F | G | F | G | |
| You used to | laugh about | Everybody that was | hangin' out, |
| F | Em | Dm | C | F | Em | Dm | C | |
| Now | you don't | talk so | loud, | Now you | don't | seem so | proud, |
| Dm7 | F | G | |
| About havin' to be | scroungin' your next | meal. |
| C | F | G | C | F | G | |
| How does it | feel? | How does it | feel. |
| C | F | G | C | F | G | |
| To be without a | home. | Like a complete Un | known. |
| C | F | G | C | F | G | C | F | G | ||
| 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. |
