Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you ?
People'd call, sa y, 'Beware doll, you're bound to fall,'
You thought they were al l a’kiddin' you.
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out.
Now you do n't talk so loud,
Now you do n't seem so proud,
Ab out 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 ?
Aw, you've gone to the fin est 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 a mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not s elling any alibis
As you stare into th e vacu um of his eyes
And sa y, “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 ?
Aw, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all d id tricks for you.
You never understood that it ain't no good,
You s houldn'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 ha rd when you discover that
He really wasn' t where it's at
Af ter he took from you everything he could steal ?
How does it feel ?
How does it feel ?
To have ya’ on your own ?
With no direction home ?
Like a complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?
Aw, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they’ve got it made.
Exchanging all precious gifts,
Bu t 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 nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose
Yo u're invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal.
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 ?
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