Like a Rolling Stone (Live 10/16/1992)

Ladies and gentlemen

John Mellencamp with special guest Al Kooper

Once upon a time, dressed so fine

Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say, "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

'Bout having to be scrounging for your next meal (Here we go)

How does it feel?

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

A com-complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest schools alright, little Miss Lonely

But you only got juiced in it

See, no one ever taught you how to live out on the street

And now you know you've gotta get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you realize

This cat's not sellin' no alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And say, "Do you want to make a deal?" (Here we go)

How does it feel?

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

A com-complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

Well, you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns

When they all came down and did their tricks for you

You never understood that it, it ain't no good

Oh, you shouldn't let other people get their 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 took from you everything he could steal?

How does it feel?

Oh, how does it feel

To be on your own

No direction home

A com-complete unknown

Like a rolling stone? (Here we go)

Princess on the steeple, all the pretty people

They're thinkin', drinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all precious gifts

You better take that diamond ring, you better pawn it, babe

You used to be so amused

With Napoleon in rags and all the clever language that he used

Go ahead now, he calls you, man, you can't refuse

Now that you realize you got nothin' to lose

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

Well, how does it feel?

How does it feel

To be on your own

With no direction home

And a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone?

Al Kooper on the organ, ladies and gentlemen