Like A Rolling Stone		Bob Dylan

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 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 for your next meal
How does it feel, how does it feel
to be without a home, like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
   You said you'd 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 ask him do you want to make a deal?
   How does it feel...

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the Clowns
When they all come down and 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 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...

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin' thinkin that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you 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 nothing to lose
   You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
   How does it feel...