Songwriters: Bob Dylan

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 walk so proud

Now you don’t talk so loud

About having to be scrounging for your

Next meal

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

A complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone?

You’ve went 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 on the street

But now you find out you’re gonna have

To get used to it

You said you’d never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you

Realize

That 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

Just like a rolling stone?

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

A complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty

People

They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it

Made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and

Things

You’d better take your diamond ring,

You’d better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags with 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

How does it feel

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone?