Rolling Stones, The – Like A Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You 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 just kiddin’ you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin’ out

And now you don’t walk so proud

Now you don’t talk so loud

About having to be scrounging

For your next meal

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

A complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone?

You went to the finest schools all right,

Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get,

Juiced in it

And nobody taught you how to

Live out on the street

But now you are gonna have to get,

Used to it

You said you’d 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 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

Like a complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone?

(You never turned around to see the frowns

on the jugglers and the downs

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 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 be on your own

With no direction home

A complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and the pretty people

They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they

Got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts

But you’d better take that 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 conceal

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

A complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone?