Recorded on June 15-16, 1965, Columbia Studio A, 799 Seventh Avenue, New York City. Claimed as the greatest song ever written by Rolling Stone Magazine's "The Greatest 500 Songs of All Time". Lyrics: Lyrics: 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 ...