Rolling Stones

Rolling Stones - Like A Rolling Stone guitar chord

From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)

LIKE A ROLLING STONE by Bob Dylan

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: 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..

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 howells@netcom.com (John Howells) for the original post. Lyrics

please, anyone?

Thanx-

Aaron Bernay

moses20@aol.com

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 harlant@hawaii.edu)

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