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 walk so proud

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 ask him 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

Like a rolling stone?



You never turned around to see the frowns

on the jugglers and the downs

When they all come down and 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 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 drinkin', thinkin' that they got it

made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and

things

But you'd better lift 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?