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Like A Rolling Stone

Bob Dylan

The Real Royal Albert Hall 1966 Concert


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

Ahh you've gone to the finest schools,
alright 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
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you 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 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 and 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 a 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
everything he could steal

How does it feel,
how does it feel?
To have on your own,
with no direction home
Like a complete unknown,
like a rolling stone

Ahh princess on a steeple
and all the pretty people
They're all drinking,
thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you better take your 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, he calls you,
you can't refuse
When you ain't got nothing,
you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now,
you've got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel,
ah 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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