Like a Rolling Stone (Live)

Yeah, I dig, brother, um

It's really hard to say here

Didn't even rain, no buttons to push

Right now, I wanna dedicate this song to everybody here

With hearts, any kind of hearts and ears

Goes something like this here

Yeah

Yeah, what I say now

Hey

Yes, as I said before it's really groovy

I'd like to bore you for about six or seven minutes

We'll do a little thing, you know

Yeah

Will you excuse me for a minute

Just let me play my guitar, alright?

Right now, we're going to do a little thing called

By Bob Dylan

And that's his grandma over there

It's a little thing called 'Like a Rolling Stone'

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime in your prime

Oh, didn't you?

People call, say "Beware doll

You're bound to fall"

You thought they all, huh

Were kiddin' you

You used to laugh about

Oh, everybody that was a hangin' out

Look at you, now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't, baby, seem so proud

About having to be scrounging, yeah

For your next meal

Yeah, how does it feel?

Oh, how does it feel, baby?

To be on your own

No direction at all

Look at you

A complete unknown

Yeah, 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 ever taught you how to live on the streets

And now you just gonna have to get

Used to it

You said you'd never

You never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but now you

You got to realize

He's not selling an a, any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And he says, "Hey baby, would you like to, uh

Make a deal?"

How does it feel, baby?

How does it feel?

To be on your own

No direction home

A complete unknown

Look at you

Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They all laugh and drink and think that they got it made, yeah

Exchanging all precious gifts and things, but-

But you'd better take your diamond ring

I think you'd better, you'd better pawn it babe

Yes, I know I missed a verse, don't worry

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the sweet talk 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?

Oh, how does it feel, baby?

To be on your own

No direction home

A complete unknown

Look at you

Like a rolling stone?

Thank you very much

Yeah, dig this baby

They got a little tune called "Rock Me, Baby", you know

No, this kinda

Yeah, ah-ah

We got our own little "Rock Me, Baby"

It goes something like this, here

The words will be wrong

But a-, hey

That's alright, you dig this anyway