[ Originally by Bob Dylan ]
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all a-kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging your next meal
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Oh, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts, but you'd better
Take your diamond ring, you 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?
Aw, how does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
