Wednesday Woes ~ Like A Rolling Stone ~ Bob Dylan

I had a friend who said something to me in 1975 and I never forgot it.

He said don’t ever knock down the bridge once you’ve crossed over it. Because one day you may need it to cross back over again.

This is what this song is about.

It could of been titled Braggers Banquet as well, literally only for the braggers.

In the end all bow down and are brought back to earth. And depending of how obnoxious the person really was. It actually can be sweet.

Written by Bob Dylan
Released in 1965 off the album Highway 61 Revisited.

Bob Dylan – guitar, harmonica, piano, vocals, liner notes
Mike Bloomfield – guitar
Harvey Brooks – bass
Bobby Gregg – drums
Paul Griffin – organ, piano
Al Kooper – organ, piano (Hohner pianet)
Sam Lay – drums
Charlie McCoy – guitar
Frank Owens – piano
Russ Savakus – bass

Once upon a time you dressed so fine,
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 a’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 your next meal.

How does it feel ?
How does it feel ?
To be without a home ?
Like a complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?

Aw, you’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely,
But you know you only used to get “juiced” in it.
Nobody’s ever taught you how to live out on the street,
And now you’re gonna have to get used to it.
You say you never compromise
With a mystery tramp, but now you realize
He’s not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say, “Do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel ?
How does it feel ?
To be on your own ?
With no direction home ?
A complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?

Aw, you never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all 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 a 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 have ya’ on your own ?
With no direction home ?
Like a complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?

Aw, princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They’re all drinkin’, thinkin’ that they’ve got it made.
Exchanging all precious gifts,
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 that he used.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse.
When you ain’t got nothing, you’ve got nothing to lose
You’re invisible now, you’ve got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel ?
Aw, how does it feel ?
To be on your own ?
With no direction home ?
Like a complete unknown ?
Like a rolling stone ?

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