| 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 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 having to be scrounging for
your next meal.
CHORUS
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
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so
fine so well
bums homeless people in
your prime in your best years
doll girl
kiddin' you joking
hangin' out spending time there (the
bums)
scrounging looking around, trying
to get something for free
rolling stone not a reference to the
Rolling Stones. Like them, Dylan more likely took this phrase from the
old saying, "A rolling stone gathers no moss."
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You've
gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced
in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna
have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but know you
realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
CHORUS
How does it
feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone ?
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get
juiced get drunk
gonna going to
tramp a homeless person who travels
around
on your own alone
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You
never
turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks
for you
You used to ride on the 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.
CHORUS
Princess
on the steeple and all the pretty
people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take your 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.
CHORUS |
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get your kicks for you provide your
entertainment
chrome horse motorcycle
Ain't it isn't it
where it's at the right one
CHORUS
steeple
(not slang) the pointy thing on the top of a church
pawn give it to a store as security
for a loan babe girl
you got no you don't have any
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