| Song | Like a Rolling Stone (Album Version) |
| Artist | Michael Bolton |
| Album | Timeless (The Classics) Vol. 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Bob Dylan Music:Bob Dylan | |
| 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 | |
| And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street | |
| And now you find out 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 ask him do you want to make a deal? | |
| 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? | |
| 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 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 drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made | |
| Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things | |
| But you'd better lift 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 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? |
| Lyrics: Bob Dylan Music: Bob Dylan | |
| 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 | |
| And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street | |
| And now you find out 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 ask him do you want to make a deal? | |
| 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? | |
| 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 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 drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made | |
| Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things | |
| But you' d better lift 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 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? |
| Lyrics: Bob Dylan Music: Bob Dylan | |
| 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 | |
| And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street | |
| And now you find out 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 ask him do you want to make a deal? | |
| 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? | |
| 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 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 drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made | |
| Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things | |
| But you' d better lift 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 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? |