Like A Rolling Stone song by Bob Dylan from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Singer-Songwriter, Sixties, Blues Rock music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Like A Rolling Stone Meaning
| [[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-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 [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 drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made Exchangin’ 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 nothin’, you got nothin’ 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?] |
