Well, once upon a time you dressed so fine
Give the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you
Well, folks would call
Say beware doll, you're down too far
But you thought they was all kidding you
Kidding you

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't act so proud
About having to be scrounging
Your next meal

How does it feel
Tell me, how does it feel
To be without a home
Like [bad word] unknown
Like a rolling stone

Well, you went to the finest school
All right, Miss lonely but you know you only used to get
Juiced in it
Nobody ever taught you how to live out on the street
But now you're gonna have to get
Used to it (Yes you are)

You say you [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

Tell me, how does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like [bad word] unknown
Oh, just like a rolling stone
Yeah, like a rolling stone
 [bad word] 

Well, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're gonna drinking, thinking that they
Got it made
They exchange all precious gifts and things
You'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better
Pawn it babe

You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in the rags and the language that the used
Go to him now, he calls
You can't refuse
When you aint got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets
To conceal

How does it feel
Tell me, how does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like [bad word] unknown
Just like a rolling stone
Yeah, like a rolling stone
Like a rolling stone
 [bad word] 

How does it feel
How does it feel
Yeah....
Like a rolling stone...
Like a rolling stone...