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. | |
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