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 ?
How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a
man
how many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in
the sand
how many times must the cannonballs fly, before they are
forever banned
the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
the answer is blowing in the wind
How many years must a mountain exist, before it is washed to
the sea
how many years can some people exist, before they're allowed
to be free
how many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he
just doesn't see
the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
the answer is blowing in the wind
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky
How many years must one man have, before he can hear people
cry
how many deaths will it take till he knows, that too many
people have died
the answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind
the answer is blowing in the wind
Mama, take this badge off of me
i can't use it anymore.
it's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
i feel like i'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
i can't shoot them anymore.
that long black cloud is comin' down
i feel like i'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Though i know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
vanished from my hand,
left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
my weariness amazes me, i'm branded on my feet,
i have no one to meet
and the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
my senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
my toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
to be wanderin'.
i'm ready to go anywhere, i'm ready for to fade
into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
i promise to go under it.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
it's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
and but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
and if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
to your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
i wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
the haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
with all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to.
hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me,
in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.
I can't get no satisfaction,
i can't get no satisfaction.
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try.
i can't get no, i can't get no.
When i'm drivin' in my car
and that man comes on the radio
and he's tellin' me more and more
about some useless information
supposed to fire my imagination.
i can't get no, oh no no no.
hey hey hey, that's what i say.
I can't get no satisfaction,
i can't get no satisfaction.
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try.
i can't get no, i can't get no.
When i'm watchin' my tv
and that man comes on to tell me
how white my shirts can be.
well he can't be a man 'cause he doesn't smoke
the same cigarrettes as me.
i can't get no, oh no no no.
hey hey hey, that's what i say.
I can't get no satisfaction,
i can't get no girl with action.
'cause i try and i try and i try and i try.
i can't get no, i can't get no.
When i'm ridin' round the world
and i'm doin' this and i'm signing that
and i'm tryin' to make some girl
who tells me baby better come back later next week
'cause you see i'm on losing streak.
i can't get no, oh no no no.
hey hey hey, that's what i say.
I can't get no, i can't get no,
i can't get no satisfaction,
no satisfaction, no satisfaction, no satisfaction.