"Like a Rolling Stone" Take 6 (6/16/1965) Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime
Didn′t you?
People call say "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all
Kidding you

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging 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 on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone


Ah, you've gone to the finest schools
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, now you′re gonna have to get used to it

You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
That he's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And you say to him
"Do you wanna make a deal?"

Well, how does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

Boy, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all come down to do
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
And now you′ve discovered that
Lord, he really wasn't where it′s at
After he's taken everything from you
He could steal

And how does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

Ah, princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
Drinking, thinking that they
Got it made
Exchanging all their precious gifts and things
You better take your diamond ring
You better pawn it, babe

You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in his 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 more secrets to conceal

Now, how does it feel?
How does it feel?
And you′re on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

I was afraid I'd screw it up