30 de nov. de 2022

Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan


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 hangin' 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 on your own?

With no direction home?

Like a complete unknown?

Like a rolling stone?


You gone to the finest school, all right, miss lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

Nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street

And 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 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?

Like a rolling stone?


You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for 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 took from you everything he could steal


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?


Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made

Exchangin' all precious gifts, but I think you better take your diamond ring

I think you 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 ain't 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?

Like a complete unknown?

Like a rolling stone?

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