Like A Rolling Stone
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Version 1 is a live studio recording, performed with the band Beam during rehearsals for the 1998 Flevo Festival in Holland
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lyrics version 1
Once a ton a time you dressed so fine [Larry mispronounces 'upon']
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you
OK start again. One two three you play [Spoken]
Wo oh oh-ah
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you
Everybody said beware doll, you're bound to fall
You thought they all just kidding you
You used to be so amused
With Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing you got nothing to lose
After he took from you everything he could steal
Now how does it feel, how does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone
Alright Miss Lonely, you always went to the finest schools
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
You never had to learn on, how to live on the street an'
Now you're gonna have to get used to it yea-eh
You used to talk about everybody that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so proud
And now you don’t laugh so loud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
Now how does it feel, how does it feel
To be on your own yeah yeah yeah yeah
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you
OK start again. One two three you play [Spoken]
Wo oh oh-ah
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you
Everybody said beware doll, you're bound to fall
You thought they all just kidding you
You used to be so amused
With Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse
When you got nothing you got nothing to lose
After he took from you everything he could steal
Now how does it feel, how does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone
Alright Miss Lonely, you always went to the finest schools
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
You never had to learn on, how to live on the street an'
Now you're gonna have to get used to it yea-eh
You used to talk about everybody that was hanging out
Now you don’t talk so proud
And now you don’t laugh so loud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal
Now how does it feel, how does it feel
To be on your own yeah yeah yeah yeah
With no direction home
Like a rolling stone
lyrics version 2 - not yet transcribed