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  • Bob Dylan The Genuine bootleg Series volume 2 Bob Dylan - The Genuine bootleg Series volume 2
    Track Duration Full Size Genre Year
    Like A Rolling Stone 10:55 15.10 Mb Folk/Rock 2004

  • Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
    Threw the bums a dime in your prime
    didn’t you?

    People 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 your next meal

    How does it feel?
    How does it feel?
    To be without a home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone

    Oh you gone to the finest school
    alright miss lonely
    but you know you only used to get juiced in it,
    nobodys ever taught you how to live out on the street
    and now you’re gonna have to get used to it.

    You said you’d never compromise
    with the mystery tramp
    but now you realize,
    hes not selling any alibis
    as you stare into the vacuum of his eyes,
    and say 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

    Oh you never turn around to see the frowns
    on the jugglers and the clowns when they all did
    tricks for you
    never understood that it aint no good
    you shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you

    You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
    who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
    aint it hard when you discovered that
    he really wasn’t where its 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
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone

    Princess on the steeple with all the pretty people
    they all drinking thinking that they all got it made
    Exchanging all precious gifts
    but you better take a diamond ring,
    you 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 cant refuse

    when you got nothing
    you got nothing to lose
    you’re invisible now you
    got no secrets to conceal

    How does it feel?
    How does it feel?
    To be on your own
    With no direction home
    Like a complete unknown
    Like a rolling stone

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