Bob Dylan with Mike Bloomfield & Al Kooper - Like a Rolling Stone | Текст песни

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(Harmonica between verses)

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 ha-angin’ out,
Now you don’t talk so loud,
Now you don’t seem so proud,
About having to be scrounging for your next mea-al.

How does it feel, how does it feel -
To be without a home, like a complete unknown,
Like a rolling stone?

Ah! 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 said, 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 dea-al?"

How does it feel, how does it feel -
To be on your own with no direction home,
A complete unknown, like a rolling stone?

Ah! 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 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 stea-al.

How does it feel, how does it feel -
Have your on your own with no direction home,
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?

Ah! Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people -
They all drinkin’, thinkin’ that they 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 got nothing - you got nothing to lose,
You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to concea-al.

How does it feel, ah, how does it feel -
To be on your own with no direction home,
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?

(Harmonica fade out)


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