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Like A Rolling Stone Lyrics - The Fine Print - Drive By Truckers

Once upon a time, you dressed so fine 

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 around for your next meal 

 

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've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely 

Don't you know you only used to get juiced in it? 

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street 

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 say,"Do you want to make a deal?" 

 

How does it feel, how does it feel 

To be without a home, 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 clowns 

When they all came down and did tricks for you 

You never understood that it ain't no good 

You should never 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's taken everything he could steal 

 

How does it feel, how does it feel 

To be without a home, with no direction home? 

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone 

 

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people 

Drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made 

Exchanging all precious gifts and things 

But take your diamond ring down and 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, and you can't refuse 

When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to lose 

You're invisible, you got no secrets to conceal 

 

How does it feel, how does it feel 

To be without a home, with no direction home? 

Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone 

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