Intro: |
Once upon a time you dressed so fine, |
Threw the bums a dime |
in your prime, didn't you? |
People'd 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. |
How does it feel? |
how does it feel? |
To be without a home? |
like a complete unknown? |
Like a rolling stone? |
Bridge: |
Awww 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 a 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? |
How does it feel? how does it feel? |
To be on your own? |
with no direction home? |
A complete unknown? |
like a rolling stone? |
Bridge: |
Awww you never turned around to see the frowns |
On the jugglers and the clowns |
When they all did 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 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 ya' on your own? |
With no direction home? |
Like A complete unknown? |
like a rolling stone? |
Bridge: |
Awwww princess on the steeple |
and all the pretty people |
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've |
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 nothing, you've got |
nothing to lose |
You're invisible now, you've got no secrets |
to conceal. |
How does it feel? |
awww how does it feel? |
To be on your own? |
with no direction home? |
Like a complete unknown? |
Like a rolling stone? |
Bridge: |
x4 |
Ending: |