NummerLike a Rolling Stone (Bob Dylan)

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Nummer Jaar In de Tijdloze '15 '16
Like a Rolling Stone 1965 19 noteringen ('87-'96, '98, '00, '07-'14) - -
Jaar Positie
'87 83
'88 79
'90 45
'91 74
'92 68
'93 73
'94 93
'95 75
'96 80
'97 -
'98 97
'99 110
'00 97
'01 -
'02 -
'03 -
'04 -
'05 -
'06 -
'07 66
'08 70
'09 79
'10 94
'11 90
'12 77
'13 69
'14 94
'15 -
'16 -

Songtekst

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You 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
Kidding you

You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

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

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get
Juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get
Used to it

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 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
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone

You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns, when they all come down
And 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 the 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 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 drinking, thinking that they
Got it made
Exchanging all kinds of 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 got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

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