Like a Rolling Stone (Live) - Bob Dylan

Written by：Bob Dylan

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 be so proud

Everybody that was hanging out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so so proud

About having to be scrounging around

Scrounging 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 like a rolling stone

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 but now

You're gonna have to get used to it

You say you never compromise

With the mystery tramp but now you realize

Stare into vacuum of his eyes

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say do you what like

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 a steeple and all the pretty people

Thinking drinking 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 can't refuse

When you ain't got nothing got 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 without a home with no direction home

Like a complete unknown like a rolling stone

Like a rolling stone

It's like a rolling stone rolling