Hi Raphael!
LIKE A ROLLING STONE
From "Bob Dylan Songbook" --

C                     DM7                  C
  Once upon a time, you dressed so fine, You threw the bums
               F              G7
       a dime, in your prime, ---, Didn't you?
  C                  DM7                   C
  People'd call, say "beware, doll, you're bound to fall,"
      F                     G7                  F
  You thought they were all -- kiddin' you --
              G             F                      G               F
  You used to   laugh about -- everybody that was     hangin' out  --
          C     DM7          C   F          C     DM7           C   F
  Now you don't talk so loud --  -- Now you don't seem so proud --  --
                     F                        G
  About having to be scrounging for your next meal --
              C     F  G  F           C     F   G    F
  How does it feel, -- -- How does it feel  --  --   --
                  C    F  G  F                 C     F  G  F
  To be without a home -- -- Like a complete unknown -- -- --
   F               C
    LIKE A ROLLING STONE?
  F   G   C   F   G  C
  --  --  --  --  -- --

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,
But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
And nobody's ever taught you how to live on the street
And how 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 start into the vacuum of this eyes
And ask him, "Do you want to make a deal?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you.
You never understood that it aint 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,
Aint it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made.
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
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 he used.
Go to him, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose,
Your're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

Hope I typed everything right. I'm an "old" hippie from the 60's who adored Dylan's words & music. I have a pretty good collection, plus a couple of songbooks, so email me if you would like other lyrics.

Peace!

Val

vmalin@ix.netcom.com

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