Bob Dylan
Like a rolling stone tabbed by baz
if u use this i would really appreciate u emailing me to
give your opinion cos i like to know i help somebody
derryophonics@hotmail.com
it has been a week since i worked this out, i have
been loathing typing it out, well here goes
by the way, i havnt got a clue what the hell is going on
with the other versions of this song

i prefer to play this at the start but u dont have to
     C         F      G
e|--x-x-------1--1---1----3-3-3-3--3-3--|
B|--5-5-------1--1---1----3-3-3-3--6-6--|
G|--5-5--XX---2--2---2----4-4-4-4--4-4--|
D|--5-5--XX---3--3---3/5--5-5-5-5--3-3--|
A|--3-3--XX---3--3---3/5--5-5-5-5--5-5--|
E|--3-3-------1--1---1/3--3-3-3-3--3-3--|
 this part should be played at the intro and is essential
for the chorus 'how does it feel' etc
1st verse
C                     Dm
Once upon a time you dressed so fine

Em                        F
You threw the bums a dime in your prime

G
Didn't you?

(follow that chord sequence)


F            G           F                  G
You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out

F       Em    Dm      C
Now you don't talk so loud

F       Em    Dm      C
Now you don't seem so proud

Dm7                 F                       G
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

(now break into your intro piece so it goes...)

G               C F G
how does it feel
                C F G
To be on your own
                 C F G
with no direction home
                 C F G
A complete unknown
                  C F G
like a rolling stone

(if u wanna do that little 2nd guitar piece do something
like this:

e-------5----5-
B------5----5--
G---5/7----7---

and for that really high pitched sound do:

e-------9-
B---9h11-- over and over again really fast
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 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 have to be on your own, with no direction home
Like 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 kinds of 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 got nothin' you got nothin' to lose
You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel? Aaah, how does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home