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Like A Rolling Stone |
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Bob Dylan |
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Once upon a time you dressed so fine |
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Threw bums a dime in your prime, |
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didn't you? |
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People called said beware doll, you're bound to fall |
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You thought they were all kidding you |
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You used to laugh about |
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People who were hanging out |
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Now you don't talk so loud |
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Now you don't seem so proud |
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About having to be scrounging your next meal |
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How does it feel, how does it feel? |
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To be on your own, without a home |
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Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone |
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You've gone to the finest schools, alright miss lonely |
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but you know you only used to get juiced in it |
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Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street |
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And now you're gonna have to get used to it |
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You say you never compromise |
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With the mystery tramp, but now you realize |
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He's not selling any alibies |
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As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes |
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And say do you want to make a deal? |
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(Chorus) |
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Oh, you never turned around to see the frowns |
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On the jumpers and the clowns when they did their tricks for you |
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You never understood that it ain't no good |
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You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you |
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You used to ride on your chrome horse with your diplomat |
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Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat |
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Ain't it hard when you discovered that |
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He really wasn't where it's at |
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After he took from you everything he could steal |
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Princess on a steeple and all the pretty people |
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They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made |
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Exchanging all precious gifts |
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You better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe |
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You used to be so amused |
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At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used |
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Go to him he calls you, you can't refuse |
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When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to loose |
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You're invisible now, you've got not secret to conceal |
