Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan, guitar chords

Published: 2011-06-07 21:08
Selection chords: Henry Walker

A                     Bm7
Once upon a time, you dressed so fine,
F#m7                    D              E         E
Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didnʼt you?
A                 Bm7                  F#m7
People call, say, Beware, doll, youʼre bound to fall.
    D                     E         E
You thought they were all kiddinʼ you.

D           E
You used to laugh about
D                  E
Everybody that was hanginʼ out,
D           F#m7   Bm7     A
But now you donʼt talk so loud,
D       F#m7   Bm7     A
Now you donʼt seem so proud,
Bm7                                      E E
About havinʼ to be scrounginʼ your next meal.

E           A  D E
How does it feel?
E           A  D E
How does it feel.
E           A   D E
To be on your own.
E             A    D  E
With no direction home.
E             A  D E
А complete unknown.
E             A  D E
Like a rollinʼ stone.

A                     Bm7
Youʼve gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss Lovely,
F#m7                    D              E     E
But you know you only used to get juiced in it.
A                 Bm7               F#m7
You never had to live out on the street,
    D                     E         E
But now youʼre gonna have to get used to it.

D           E
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
D                  E
Who carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat.
D           F#m7   Bm7     A
Ainʼt it hard when you discover that
D           F#m7   Bm7     A
He really wasnʼt where itʼs at
Bm7                                      E E
After he took from you everything he could steal.

E           A  D E
How does it feel?
E           A  D E
How does it feel.
E           A   D E
To be on your own.
E             A    D  E
With no direction home.
E             A  D E
А complete unknown.
E             A  D E
Like a rollinʼ stone.

A                     Bm7
You never turned around to see the frowns
F#m7                    D              E         E
On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you.
A                 Bm7              F#m7
Never understood that it ainʼt no good.
    D                     E         E
You shouldnʼt let other people get your kicks for you.

D           E
You said youʼd never compromise
D                  E
With the Mystery Tramp but now you realize
D           F#m7   Bm7     A
Heʼs not selling any alibis
D           F#m7   Bm7     A
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
Bm7                                  E E
And he says, Do you want to make a deal?

E           A  D E
How does it feel?
E           A  D E
How does it feel.
E           A   D E
To be on your own.
E             A    D  E
With no direction home.
E             A  D E
А complete unknown.
E             A  D E
Like a rollinʼ stone.

A                     Bm7
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
F#m7                    D              E         E
Theyʼre all drinkinʼ, thinkinʼ that theyʼve got it made.
A                 Bm7               F#m7
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts,
    D                     E         E
Youʼd better lift your diamond ring, youʼd better pawn it babe.

D           E
You used to be so amused
D                  E
At Napolean in rags and the language that he used
D           F#m7   Bm7     A
Go to him now he calls you you canʼt refuse
D           F#m7   Bm7     A
When you got nothinʼ you got nothinʼ to lose
Bm7                                      E E
Your invisible now youʼve got no secrets to conceal.

E           A  D E
How does it feel?
E           A  D E
How does it feel.
E           A   D E
To be on your own.
E             A    D  E
With no direction home.
E             A  D E
А complete unknown.
E             A  D E
Like a rollinʼ stone.