From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin) LIKE A ROLLING STONE by Bob Dylan

^GOnce upon a time, you ^Am7dressed so fine, ^Em7Threw the bums a dime, ^Cin your prime, ^Ddidn't you' ^D ^GPeople call, say &^Am7quot;Beware, doll, yo^Em7u're bound to fall." You ^Cthought they were all ^Dkiddin' you.^D ^CYou used to ^Dlaugh about ^CEverybody that was ^Dhangin' out, ^CBut now you ^Em7don't ^Am7talk so ^Gloud, ^CNow you ^Em7don't ^Am7seem so ^Gproud, ^AmAbout havin' to be scroungin' your next ^Dmeal. ^D ^DHow does it ^Gfeel' ^C ^D ^DHow does it ^Gfeel. ^C ^D ^DTo be on you^Gr own.^C ^D ^DWith no direct^Gion h^Come^D. ^DA complete unk^Gnown.^C ^D ^DLike a rollin'^G ston^Ce. ^D

You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely, But you know you only used to get juiced in it. You never had to live out on the street, But now you're gonna have to get used to it. You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulders 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. You never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you. Never understood that it ain't no good. You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you. 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 he says, "Do you want to make a deal'" Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts, You'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe. You used to be so amused At Napolean in rags and the language that he used Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose Your invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal. * "Here's a song that I like to play. * * Print it out, play it and pass it around. * * If you like it, send me one of your favourites." * * * * Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca * * Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 * From: moses20@aol.com (Moses20) I remember requesting Like a Rolling Stone a few weeks back; since then a few other people have done the same. I got this response after I posted on rec.music.dylan. It sounds right to me. The only thing I need are the complete lyrics; there not at Nevada. If someone could please post or send them to me I'd appreciate it. Here it is..

^COnce upon a time you d^Dmressed so fine ^EmYou threw the bums a dime ^Fin your prime

^GDidn't you' (repeat above sequence)

^FYou used to l^Gaugh about e^Fverybody that was h^Ganging out ^FNow you ^Emdon't ^Dmtalk so ^Cloud

^FNow you ^Emdon't ^Dmseem so ^Cproud ^Dm7About having to be s^Fcrounging for your next ^Gmeal

How does it ^Cfeel ^F ^G and so on...

Thanx to howells@netcom.com (John Howells) for the original post. Lyrics please, anyone' Thanx- Aaron Bernay moses20@aol.com From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> LIKE A ROLLING STONE- Bob Dylan

^GOnce upon a time, you ^Am7dressed so fine T^G/Bhrew the bums a dime, i^Cn your prime, d^Didn't you' ^D7 ^GPeople call, say &^Am7quot;Beware, doll, yo^G/Bu're bound to fall" You ^Cthought they were all ^Dkiddin' you ^D7 ^CYou used to ^Dlaugh about ^CEverybody that was ^Dhangin' out ^CBut now you ^G/Bdon't ^Am7talk so ^Gloud, ^CNow you ^G/Bdon't ^Am7seem so ^Gproud ^AmAbout havin' to be sc^Croungin' your next m^Deal ^D7

^DHow does it fee^Gl' ^C ^D ^DHow does it ^Gfeel ^C ^D ^DTo be without a h^Gome^C ^D ^DLike a complete unknow^Gn ^C ^D ^DLike a rollin' ston^Ge ^C ^D7

You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it You never had to live out on the street But now you're gonna have to get used to it You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulders 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 A complete unknown, like a rolling stone You never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you Never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you 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 he says, "Do you want to make a deal'" How does it feel' How does it feel' To have 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 all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts 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 nothin' you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal How does it feel' Aaah, how does it feel' To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone NOTE: Just a squished up version of previous postings. Believe it or not, with the powers of word processor margin manipulation I can get this onto one page. (from Highway 61 Revisited, 1965) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)

Bob Dylan - Like a rolling stone