Like a rolling stone as preformed by Jimi Hendrix (written by Bob Dylan) E|-----------------------------------|-------------------------------------- B|-----------------------------------|-------------------------------------- G|--5---X-------------------555555/7-|--5--/9----------------------55555-5-- D|--5---X---3-3----3/5--5---555555/7-|--5--/9------XX3-3---5---5---55555-5-- A|--3---X---3-3----3/5--5---333333/5-|--3--/7------XX3-3---5---5---30303-0-- E|----------1-1----1/3--3------------|--------12\0-XX1-1---3---3------------ Then into the C F G progression for a few bars before beginning the actual song 4/4 | C | Dm | Em | F | G | G7 | C Dm Once upon a time you dressed so fine Em F G Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you C Dm People called you, said "Beware doll, Em F G You're bound to fall", you thought they were all kidding you F G You used to laugh about F G Everybody else 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 Dm F G About having to be scrounging around for your next meal C F G How does it feel, C F G How does it feel C F G To be on your own C F G In no direction home C F G Like a complete unknown C F G G7 Like a rolling 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.