"Like A Rolling Stone" lyrics
(originally by Bob Dylan)
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 kidding you
You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging 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 a deal?
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?
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 kidding you
You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging 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 a deal?
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?
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
