Bob Dylan Like a Rolling Stone (live Newport Festival, 1965) RARE

25 July 1965. 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 You thought they were all 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 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 s ever taught you how to live out on the street And now 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 A complete unknown Like a rolling stone You never turned around to see the frowns on the ju