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? 

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 [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 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] unknown 
Like a rolling stone?