Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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
Oh you've gone to the finest school alright Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
and now 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
How does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home
a complete unknown
No you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns when they all
did tricks for you
Oh 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 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
How does it feel
to be 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 all drinkin' thinkin' that they got it made
exchanging all precious gifts But you'd better take your diamond
ring 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 ain't got nothing you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now you got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
Oh how does it feel
to be on your own
with no direction home
like a complete unknown
like a rolling stone
