Dylan
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You 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 kiddin' you
You used to be so proud
About everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around, scrouging around for your next meal.
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Just like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest school, all right Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp but even in his eyes
Into the vacuum of his eyes
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say: 'Would you like to, come on now, would you like to come on to make a deal?
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone?
Princess ... on the steeple and all them pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all the precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring down, 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 nothing got, 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 without a home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Like a rolling stone?
Like a rolling stone?