Like a Rolling Stone Songtext
von The Band
Like a Rolling Stone Songtext
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
That everybody there was hangin' out
Now you don′t talk so loud
Now you don′t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around
Scrounging around 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
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
Now you find out, you′re gonna have to get used to it
You used to it, never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
And say, "Would you like to make your next deal?"
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Oh, princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They′re all drinkin', thinkin′ that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts and things
But you'd better take your diamond ring down and 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 got nothing to lose
You′re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
With no direction home
Rolling stone
Thank you, thak you
Is that hardly?
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
That everybody there was hangin' out
Now you don′t talk so loud
Now you don′t seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around
Scrounging around 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
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
Now you find out, you′re gonna have to get used to it
You used to it, never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
And say, "Would you like to make your next deal?"
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Oh, princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They′re all drinkin', thinkin′ that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts and things
But you'd better take your diamond ring down and 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 got nothing to lose
You′re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be without a home
With no direction home
Rolling stone
Thank you, thak you
Is that hardly?
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