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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Vocals
Rob Stoner
Rob Stoner
Bass
Steven Soles
Steven Soles
Vocals
Helena Springs
Helena Springs
Vocals
Jo Ann Harris
Jo Ann Harris
Vocals
Debi Dye
Debi Dye
Vocals
Billy Cross
Billy Cross
Guitar
David Mansfield
David Mansfield
Violin
Bobbye Hall
Bobbye Hall
Percussion
Ian Wallace
Ian Wallace
Drums
Alan Pasqua
Alan Pasqua
Keyboards
Steve Douglas
Steve Douglas
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Dylan
Bob Dylan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Don DeVito
Don DeVito
Producer
Tom Suzuki
Tom Suzuki
Engineer
Teppei Kasai
Teppei Kasai
Engineer
Tetsuro Tomita
Tetsuro Tomita
Engineer
G.H. Sukegawa
G.H. Sukegawa
Engineer

Lyrics

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People call, say beware doll, you're bound to fall
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging 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, with no direction home?
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
You've gone to the finest schools, alright
Miss Lonely, but you know you only used to get juiced in it
Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street
And you find now you're gonna have to get used to it
You say you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
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 without a home, with no direction home?
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
And you never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all get down to do 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 a chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at?
After he's taken everything that he could steal
How does it feel, how does it feel
To be without a home, with no direction home?
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Princess on a steeple and all the pretty people
They're all drinking, thinking that they've got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts and things
But you better take your diamond ring down and 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, you've got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel, how does it feel?
To be without a home, with no direction home?
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Thank you
Written by: Bob Dylan

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