Jimi Hendrix | Like A Rolling Stone

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 all were a’kiddin' you.
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was uh hangin' out.
Look atcha
But now you don't talk so loud,
Now you don't, baby, seem so proud,
About having to be scrounging your next meal...

Yeah

How does it feel?
Oh, how does it feel, baby?
To be on your own?
No direction home
Look atcha...
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone...