Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Cæcilie Norby
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
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 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 havin' to be scroungin' your next meal
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rollin' stone
You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody never told you how to live out on the street
But now 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 he says, "Do you want to make a deal?"
How does it feel? How does it feel?
To be on your own, with no direction home
A complete unknown, like a rollin' stone
How does it feel? How does it feel?
Like a rollin' stone
Like a Rolling Stone was written by Bob Dylan.