Like A Rolling Stone

Bob Dylan © 1965 Warner Chapell Music, 1993 Special Rider Music

(Official lyrics @ www.bobdylan.com)

Highway 61 Revisited session 1, Columbia Studio A, NYC - 15.jun.1965, take 4 rehearsal  
Highway 61 Revisited session 2, Columbia Studio A - 16.jun.1965, take 4 remake, album version  
Newport Folk Festival, Newport RI - 25.jul.1965  
Hollywood Bowl, Los Angeles CA  - 3.Sep.1965  
Berkely Community theater, Berkeley CA - 4 Dec 1965  


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 laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About havin' to be scroungin' for your next meal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone.

Ah you've gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
An' now you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you never compromise
With the mystery tramp but now you realize
He's not sellin' any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
An' 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.

Ah you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers an' the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
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 shoulder a siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everythin' he could steal.

How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To have you on your own
No direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone.

Ah princess on the steeple an' all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchangin' all precious gifts an' things
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags an' 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 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.