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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eddie Berman
Eddie Berman
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robert Dylan
Robert Dylan
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Berman
Eddie Berman
Producer

Lyrics

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 just 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 scrounging around For 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've gone to all 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 And now you 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 ask him, "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 come down and did 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 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's taken 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 Exchanging all precious gifts and things But you'd better take your diamond ring, 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 in your own With no direction home? Like a complete unknown? Like a rolling stone?
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