Bob Dylan
Like a Rolling Stone (Live at Alameda County Coliseum, Oakland, CA - February 11, 1974 (Afternoon) [Incomplete])
[Verse 1]
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
Everybody that was a-hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around to make a-your next a-meal
[Chorus]
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown?
Just like a rolling stone
[Verse 2]
Aw, you're going to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But ya know ya only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught ya how to live out on the street
And you find out now you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now ya realize
He's not selling any alibis
As ya stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, “Would you like to make a deal?"
[Chorus]
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown?
Just like a rolling stone
[Verse 3]
You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all came 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
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he's taken everything he can steal?
[Chorus]
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone
[Verse 4]
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchangin' all precious gifts and things
But you'd better take your diamond ring down, 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 ya, ya can't refuse
When you ain't got nothin', ya got nothin' to lose
You're invisible, ya got no secrets to conceal
[Chorus]
Woo, how does it feel?
How does it feel
To be without a home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone