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 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 without a home
Like 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 undеrstood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other peoplе get your kicks for you
You used to ride on a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered 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 without a home, no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
Like A Rolling Stone was written by Bob Dylan.
Like A Rolling Stone was produced by Benny Englund.