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Like a Rolling Stone
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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 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 have you 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 now, 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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Written by: Bob Dylan

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rinchen dorji

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 be 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



Grinch the cat

No single artist has composed more songs in the soundtrack of my life than Bob Dylan.
It was the winter of 1999, and I was living in the basement of a dojo in London, halfway between Kings Cross and Russell Square. The rent was cheap, but I had to leave the building from 7am until 9pm while the athletes were there. This left me with nowhere to go for 14 hours out of each day. So in the cold, damp, English winter, I ended up spending a lot of time in libraries, record stores, and museums. Places I could loiter in warmth, relatively unbothered, for hours on end. And it was during this time, in the Tower Records in Piccadilly Circus, that I was properly introduced to Bob Dylan.

As you walked through the long isles of CDs, they had several "featured" albums that were hooked up to little techy contraptions in the displays with headphones, where you could plug in and listen. One of the albums that was always there, was Highway 61 Revisited. I plugged in and had a listen one dreary January morning, and the first track to come on was Like a Rolling Stone. I had heard the song many times before, but living on the streets of London, with no money, a constant grueling hunger in the pit of my stomach, and everything I owned in my backpack, the song struck a different chord with me then. It was like I was hearing it for the first time. I was drawn in by the lyrics, and completely absorbed by them.

Had Dylan written this song just for me, for this exact moment?

It became a familiar routine. I don't know how many miles I walked to get there each day, but it was worth it. One of the only things that brought me comfort during that time. It's hard to describe the aloneness I felt, though I was surrounded by ten million people.

I must have stood there that winter and listened to that album a thousand times.

And thus began my long affair with the music of Bob Dylan. And though I love a wide range of music, when fall finally comes to north Florida, and there is a hint of cold in the early morning air, it brings with it a sad nostalgia, I am taken back to the winter of 1999, and the old albums come out. Music is like a bittersweet time machine. And though I might be found doing mundane chores around the house, or napping in the back yard, when these songs come on, I am a million miles away, a thousand years ago, alone in a record store that no longer exists.



Limits98

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 a-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

[Chorus]
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?

[Verse 2]
Aw, you've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But ya know ya only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught ya 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?"

[Chorus]
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

[Verse 3]
Aw, 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 used to ride on a 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?

[Chorus]
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To hang on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

[Verse 4]
Aw, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your diamond ring, ya 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 ya, ya can't refuse
When ya ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, ya got no secrets to conceal

[Chorus]
How does it feel?
Aw, how does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?



oughts sought

@john english I'll second those emotions.
the change of pace guitar phrasing on the second side of Bringing It All Back Home is deluxe
ya can go to school on the name dropping on those 3 albums for a better education than some colleges offer
such varied mood paths out of the psychic dead zone of televated USA idiotology just on those 3 albums ...
... from the brash boisterousness of Like A Buick 6 or Leopard Skin Pill Box Hat to the sweetly sad Baby Blue 
to Rainy Day Women to Desolation Row or Sad Eyed Lady or the brilliant It's Alright Ma and Gates of Eden

and that list doesn't include any of the "Greatest Hits" from whose 3 albums

those 3 Beatle albums were steps in the right direction ... thru the looking glass those 3 Dylan albums opened



Mario Mena

Lyrics: | "Like A Rolling Stone" - Bob Dylan. |
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
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 your next meal

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 gone to the finest school, all right, miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now 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 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?
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 did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for 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 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 all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchangin' all precious gifts, but I think you better take your diamond ring
I think you 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 ain't 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? END.



All comments from YouTube:

Samuel Powell

Dylan's voice never ceases to give me chills, I was brought up in the late 90s and his music still connects with my friends and I. It will connect and touch many generations. That is the power of music. It will bring us all together and be there most when we need it. I wanna throw one of my friends some love, we've been through a lot together and our love of Dylan and Hendrix has been a connecting factor. He's a music producer now and he's just released a cover of All Along the Watchtower. Try searching Lonely Gimmick - All Along the Watchtower. He's respected the original but still made it his own. I'm honestly really impressed with his talent.

Jeffrey Rymer

Glad to hear that your so and get into it. Good for you. I'm 66and love all. Listen to some Do op
You'll understand where your
Parents are coming from. Hang
In there

shaun coyne

One of the greatest "untalked about" stories in pop culture is told in these lyrics. Rip Edie Sedgwick and Andy Warhol.

Estalene Froud

Love it.

Estalene Froud

Estalene Froud ❤

Paul Khrooger

In 1987 I went to a John Cougar Mellencamp concert for the Lonesome Jubilee tour in Montreal. One of his encore songs was 'Like a rolling stone'. At 15, it expanded my musical horizon exponentially the song left such an impact. That day on, I was consuming Bob Dylan. Oh. My brother got up on stage and sang 'Pink Houses' with Mellencamp, We even met him backstage. What a night.

LetThemTalkTV

This song is perfect

kristopher thomas >:))

no its not🧌

Michael Vichot

Just like a person I know.
Had it all and squandered it.
Now, she's homeless and wonders why! OMG!

Antonio Alberto Piacquadio

@Cipher Serpicø Simpathy for the devil is number one

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