Like A Rolling Stone chords

The Rolling Stones

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  			G                     Am7                
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine, 
Em7                    C              D           D 
Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you? 
G                 Am7                  Em7 
People call, say "Beware, doll, you're bound to fall." 
    C                     D           D 
You thought they were all kiddin' you. 
C           D                   C                  D 
You used to laugh about         Everybody that was hangin' out, 
C           Em7   Am7     G     C       Em7   Am7     G 
But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud, 
Am                                      D     D 
About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal. 
D           G     C  D          D           G     C  D 
How does it feel?               How does it feel. 
D           G     C  D          D             G    C  D 
To be on your own.              With no direction home.    
D             G    C  D         D             G    C  D 
A complete unknown.             Like a rollin' stone. 
 
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. 
 
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From: [email protected] (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..  
 
 
C                     Dm 
Once upon a time you dressed so fine 
 
Em                        F 
You threw the bums a dime in your prime 
 
G 
Didn't you? 
 
(repeat above sequence) 
 
 
F            G           F                  G 
You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out 
 
F       Em    Dm      C 
Now you don't talk so loud 
 
F       Em    Dm      C 
Now you don't seem so proud 
 
Dm7                 F                       G 
About having to be scrounging for your next meal 
 
 
            C      F   G 
How does it feel    
 
and so on... 
 
Thanx to [email protected] (John Howells) for the original post. Lyrics 
please, anyone? 
Thanx- 
Aaron Bernay 
[email protected] 
 
 
From: Harlan L Thompson  
 
LIKE A ROLLING STONE- Bob Dylan             
 
G                     Am7                
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine 
 G/B                    C              D          D7 
Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you? 
G                 Am7                  G/B 
People call, say "Beware, doll, you're bound to fall" 
    C                     D           D7 
You thought they were all kiddin' you  
C           D                   C                  D 
You used to laugh about         Everybody that was hangin' out 
C           G/B   Am7     G     C       G/B   Am7     G 
But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud 
Am                   C                   D     D7 
About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal  
 
D              G   C  D         D           G     C  D 
How does it feel?               How does it feel  
D                G  C  D        D                     G  C  D 
To be without a home            Like a complete unknown     
D                  G    C  D7 
Like a rollin' stone  
 
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 [email protected])