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[Intro] A Bm A Bm
A Bm
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
C#m D E
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
A Bm
People'd call, say, beware doll
C#m D E
You're bound to fall" You thought they were all a-kiddin' you
D E
You used to laugh about
D E
Everybody that was hangin' out
D C#m Bm A
Now you don't talk so loud
D C#m Bm A
Now you don't seem so proud
Bm D E
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
To be without a home
A D E
Like a complete unknown
A D E
Like a rolling stone
( A D E )
A Bm C#m
Aww You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
D E
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
A Bm C#m
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
D E
And now you're gonna have to get used to it
D E
You said you'd never compromise
D E
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
D C#m Bm A
He's not selling any alibis
D C#m Bm A
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
Bm D E
And say do you want to make a deal?
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
To be on your own
A D E
With no direction home
A D E
A complete unknown
A D E
Like a rolling stone
( A D E )
A Bm C#m
Aww You never turned around to see the frowns
D E
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
A Bm
You never understood that it ain't no good
C#m D E
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
D E
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
D E
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
D C#m Bm A
Ain't it hard when you discover that
D C#m Bm A
He really wasn't where it's at
Bm D E
After he took from you everything he could steal
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
To be on your own
A D E
With no direction home
A D E
Like a complete unknown
A D E
Like a rolling stone
( A D E )
A Bm C#m
Aww Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
D E
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
A Bm C#m
Exchanging all precious gifts
D E
But you'd better take your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
D E
You used to be so amused
D E
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
D C#m Bm A
Eo to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
D C#m Bm A
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Bm D E
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
How does it feel
A D E
To be on your own
A D E
With no direction home
A D E
Like a complete unknown
A D E
Like a rolling stone
( A D E )
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