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 [bad word] unknown
                       Like a rolling stone

  
                                         Aww, You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
                                But you know you only used to get   juiced in it
                                         Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
                               And now you're gonna have to get   used to it

                     You said you'd [bad word]                                      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
                        Like [bad word] unknown
                      Like a rolling stone

  
                                                                                    
Aww, You never turned around to see the frowns 
                                               On the jugglers and the clowns when they all 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 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 [bad word] unknown
                      Like a rolling stone

  
                                    Aww, 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,  you'd better pawn it babe

                You used to be so amused
                     At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

                                       Go to hi