Like A Rolling Stone (Live)
Written by：Bob Dylan

Yeah once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime didn't you

Yeah people'd call say Beware doll you're bound to fall
They thought they were just a kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Everybody that was hangin' out

And now you don't walk so proud

Now you don't talk so loud

About having to scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel

How does it feel to be on your own

With no direction home

Just like a rolling stone

Yeah you went to the finest schools all right
Miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it

Nobody taught you how to live out on the street

But now you gonna have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp but now you realize

That 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

How does it feel to be on your own

With no direction home

Like a complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone come on

How does it feel

How does it feel to be on your own

With no direction home

A complete unknown

Just like a rolling stone

Yeah the princess on the steeple all the pretty people
Drinkin' thinkin' that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts
They're gonna take that diamond ring
You'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Now 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

Just like a rolling stone