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Like A Rolling Stone (Song by Bob Dylan)


Discography:
  • Written by - Bob Dylan
  • Produced by - Tom Wilson
  • Written - June 1965
  • Recorded - June 1965
  • Released - July 1965 on Columbia
  • Album - Highway 61 Revisited (Columbia)
  • Organist - Al Kooper
  • Telecaster guitar - Mike Bloomfield
Important Facts:
  • Bob Dylan is quoted as making the following comment about his famous song, "I wrote it. I didn't fail. It was straight,"
  • Bob Dylan had just turned twenty-four when he wrote it.
  • Al Kooper, the organist for the recording, remembers, "There was no sheet music, it was totally by ear. And it was totally disorganized, totally punk. It just happened."
  • " 'Rolling Stone' 's the best song I wrote," said Dylan in 1965.
  • It still is.

Like A Rolling Stone - 1966 Performance in City Hall, Newcastle:




Like A Rolling Stone (Lyrics):

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 a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you're gonna have to get 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 want to 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?

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 shouldn't 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 took from you everything he could steal.

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?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take 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 a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Copyright ©1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music.

Image Credit - by dag (cc)

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