Like a Rolling StoneMusic and Lyrics By Bob Dylan

Once upon a time you dressed so fineYou 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' youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hangin' outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't seem so proudAbout having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel?How does it feel?To be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in itAnd nobody has ever taught you how to live on the streetAnd now you find out you're gonna have to get used to itYou said you'd never compromiseWith the mystery tramp, but know you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd say do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel?How does it feel?To be on your ownWith no direction homeA complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clownsWhen they all did tricks for youYou never understood that it ain't no goodYou shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulder a Siamese catAin't it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn't where it's atAfter he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel?How does it feel?To be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it madeExchanging all precious gifts But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now, he calls you, you can't refuseWhen you got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou'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 homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stone?

Vocabulary:Prime (Based on context clues) -Scrounging – beg, scavenge (hunt)Alibis – explanations, excusesSteeple – towerPawn – exchange, put up