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Like A Rolling Stone (Live At Monterey)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
Guitar
Noel Redding
Noel Redding
Bass
Mitch Mitchell
Mitch Mitchell
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lou Adler
Lou Adler
Producer
John Phillips
John Phillips
Producer
Janie Hendrix
Janie Hendrix
Producer
Eddie Kramer
Eddie Kramer
Producer
John McDermott
John McDermott
Producer
WALLY HEIDER
WALLY HEIDER
Engineer
Bones Howe
Bones Howe
Engineer

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 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 for your next meal How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you How to live on the street And 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 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 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 You used to ride on 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 have 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 drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd 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 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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