Like a Rolling Stone
by Bob Dylan
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Rolling Stone Magazine recently ranked this song as the greatest ever written!


          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 having to be scrounging for your next meal

          How does it feel
          How does it feel
          To be without a home
          Like a complete unknown
          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
          And 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 now you realize
          He's not selling any alibis
          As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
          And ask him do you want to make a deal?

          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?

          You never turned around to see the frowns on the
          jugglers and the clowns
          When they all came down and 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 discover 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 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 drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
          Exchanging all kinds of precoius gifts and things
          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 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?