Lyrics Like a Rolling Stone - Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - November 1994 - 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 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 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 you find now you're gonna have to get used to it

You say you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
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 without a home, with no direction home?
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

And you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all get down to do 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's taken everything that he could steal

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

Princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts and things
But you better take your diamond ring down and 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, you've got no secrets to conceal

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

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