Paroles: Drive By Truckers. The Fine Print. Like A Rolling Stone.
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
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 around for your next meal
How does it feel? How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest schools, all right
Miss Lonely, don't you know you only used to get juiced in it?
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
Now you gonna have to get used to it, used to it
You said you'd never compromise
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 wanna make a deal?"
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, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You should never let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that he really wasn't where it's at?
After he take from you everything he could steal
How does it feel? How does it feel
Yeah, to be on your own with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone?
Oh, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got, got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts but you better take your diamond ring
You better, 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? How does it feel
To be on your own with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
Just like a rolling stone, like a rolling stone
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 around for your next meal
How does it feel? How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
You've gone to the finest schools, all right
Miss Lonely, don't you know you only used to get juiced in it?
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
Now you gonna have to get used to it, used to it
You said you'd never compromise
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 wanna make a deal?"
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, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You should never let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that he really wasn't where it's at?
After he take from you everything he could steal
How does it feel? How does it feel
Yeah, to be on your own with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone?
Oh, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got, got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts but you better take your diamond ring
You better, 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? How does it feel
To be on your own with no direction home
Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone?
Just like a rolling stone, like a rolling stone
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