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INTERPRÉTATION
Michael Bolton
Michael Bolton
Interprète
Melonie Daniels
Melonie Daniels
Chœurs
Trey Lorenz
Trey Lorenz
Chœurs
Maryann Tatum
Maryann Tatum
Chœurs
Jeff Miranov
Jeff Miranov
Guitare
Dann Huff
Dann Huff
Guitare électrique
Shawn Pelton
Shawn Pelton
Batterie
Greg Phillinganes
Greg Phillinganes
Claviers
Dave Delhomme
Dave Delhomme
Claviers
Neil Jason
Neil Jason
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Michael Bolton
Michael Bolton
Production
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Production
Jason Stasium
Jason Stasium
Assistance d’ingénierie
Andrew Felluss
Andrew Felluss
Assistance d’ingénierie
Tim Harkins
Tim Harkins
Assistance d’ingénierie
Dave Boyer
Dave Boyer
Assistance d’ingénierie
Mick Guzauski
Mick Guzauski
Ingénierie de mixage
Tom Bender
Tom Bender
Assistance d’ingénierie de mixage
Nick Marshall
Nick Marshall
Ingénierie de mixage
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Ingénierie de mastérisation
David Reitzas
David Reitzas
Ingénierie de prise de son
Eric Schilling
Eric Schilling
Ingénierie de prise de son
Pete Greene
Pete Greene
Ingénierie de prise de son
Steve Milo
Steve Milo
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

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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