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 hangi…
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 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 without a home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
Ah, you've gone to the finest school
All right, 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 realise
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
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 have on your own?
With no direction home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone?
Ah, princess on the steeple and all the
Pretty people they're all drinkin', thinkin' that they
Got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take 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 ain't got nothin'
You got nothin' to lose
You're invisible now, you 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?
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
