Bob Dylan - Like a rolling stone, аккорды

 From: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca (Jeffrey Goffin)
 
 LIKE A ROLLING STONE by Bob Dylan            
 
 G                     Am7               
 Once upon a time, you dressed so fine,
 Em7                    C              D           D
 Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you?
 G                 Am7                  Em7
 People call, say Beware, doll, you're bound to fall.
     C                     D           D
 You thought they were all kiddin' you.
 C           D                   C                  D
 You used to laugh about         Everybody that was hangin' out,
 C           Em7   Am7     G     C       Em7   Am7     G
 But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud,
 Am                                      D     D
 About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal.
 D           G     C  D          D           G     C  D
 How does it feel?               How does it feel.
 D           G     C  D          D             G    C  D
 To be on your own.              With no direction home.   
 D             G    C  D         D             G    C  D
 A complete unknown.             Like a rollin' stone.
 
 You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely,
 But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
 You never had to live out on the street,
 But now you're gonna have to get used to it.
 You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
 Who carried on his shoulders 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.
 
 You never turned around to see the frowns
 On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.
 Never understood that it ain't no good.
 You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.
 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 he says, Do you want to make a deal?
 
 Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
 They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made.
 Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts,
 You'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe.
 You used to be so amused
 At Napolean in rags and the language that he used
 Go to him now he calls you you can't refuse
 When you got nothin' you got nothin' to lose
 Your invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal.
 
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 From: moses20@aol.com (Moses20)
 
 I remember requesting Like a Rolling Stone a few weeks back; since then a
 Few other people have done the same. I got this response after I posted on
 Rec.music.dylan. It sounds right to me. The only thing I need are the
 Complete lyrics; there not at Nevada. If someone could please post or send
 Them to me I'd appreciate it. Here it is.. 
 
 
 C                     Dm
 Once upon a time you dressed so fine
 
 Em                        F
 You threw the bums a dime in your prime
 
 G
 Didn't you?
 
 (repeat above sequence)
 
 
 F            G           F                  G
 You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out
 
 F       Em    Dm      C
 Now you don't talk so loud
 
 F       Em    Dm      C
 Now you don't seem so proud
 
 Dm7                 F                       G
 About having to be scrounging for your next meal
 
 
             C      F   G
 How does it feel   
 
 And so on...
 
 Thanx to howells@netcom.com (John Howells) for the original post. Lyrics
 Please, anyone?
 Thanx-
 Aaron Bernay
 Moses20@aol.com
 
 
 From: Harlan L Thompson 
 
 LIKE A ROLLING STONE- Bob Dylan            
 
 G                     Am7               
 Once upon a time, you dressed so fine
  G/B                    C              D          D7
 Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn't you?
 G                 Am7                  G/B
 People call, say Beware, doll, you're bound to fall
     C                     D           D7
 You thought they were all kiddin' you 
 C           D                   C                  D
 You used to laugh about         Everybody that was hangin' out
 C           G/B   Am7     G     C       G/B   Am7     G
 But now you don't talk so loud, Now you don't seem so proud
 Am                   C                   D     D7
 About havin' to be scroungin' your next meal 
 
 D              G   C  D         D           G     C  D
 How does it feel?               How does it feel 
 D                G  C  D        D                     G  C  D
 To be without a home            Like a complete unknown    
 D                  G    C  D7
 Like a rollin' stone 
 
 You've gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lonely
 But you know you only used to get juiced in it 
 You never had to live out on the street
 But now you're gonna have to get used to it 
 You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
 Who carried on his shoulders 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
 A complete unknown, like a rolling stone
 
 You never turned around to see the frowns
 On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you 
 Never understood that it ain't no good 
 You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you 
 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 he says, Do you want to make a deal?
 
 How does it feel? How does it feel?
 To have 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 all drinkin', thinkin' that they've got it made 
 Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts
 But you'd better lift 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 nothin' you got nothin' to lose
 You're invisible now you've got no secrets to conceal 
 
 How does it feel? Aaah, how does it feel?
 To be on your own, with no direction home
 Like a complete unknown, like a rolling stone
 
 
 NOTE: Just a squished up version of previous postings.  Believe it or
 Not, with the powers of word processor margin manipulation I can get
 This onto one page.
 (from Highway 61 Revisited, 1965)
 (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)