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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Bolton
Michael Bolton
Performer
Melonie Daniels
Melonie Daniels
Background Vocals
Trey Lorenz
Trey Lorenz
Background Vocals
Maryann Tatum
Maryann Tatum
Background Vocals
Jeff Miranov
Jeff Miranov
Guitar
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Electric Guitar
Shawn Pelton
Shawn Pelton
Drums
Greg Phillinganes
Greg Phillinganes
Keyboards
Dave Delhomme
Dave Delhomme
Keyboards
Neil Jason
Neil Jason
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Bolton
Michael Bolton
Producer
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Producer
Jason Stasium
Jason Stasium
Assistant Engineer
Andrew Felluss
Andrew Felluss
Assistant Engineer
Tim Harkins
Tim Harkins
Assistant Engineer
Dave Boyer
Dave Boyer
Assistant Engineer
Mick Guzauski
Mick Guzauski
Mixing Engineer
Tom Bender
Tom Bender
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nick Marshall
Nick Marshall
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
David Reitzas
David Reitzas
Recording Engineer
Eric Schilling
Eric Schilling
Recording Engineer
Pete Greene
Pete Greene
Recording Engineer
Steve Milo
Steve Milo
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People called said, Beware doll, you're bound to fall? But you thought they were all just kidding you You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out And now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud 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 Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone Oh, you never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they did their tricks for you You never understood it ain't no good Shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you, oh You used to ride on a chrome horse with a diplomat Carried on his shoulder, siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discovered 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, just like a rolling stone Princess on the steeple, all the pretty people Drinking, thinking that they've got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things Better lift your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe You used to be so amused 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 loose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own and no direction home Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone Just like a rolling stone (Oh, how does it feel?) Just like a rolling stone (Oh, how does it feel?) How does it feel? (Oh, how does it feel?) Rolling stone (Oh, how does it feel?) How does it feel? (Oh, how does it feel?) How does it feel? (Oh, how does it feel?) (Oh, how does it feel?) (Oh, how does it feel?)
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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