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? 

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 ain't 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?