Like a Rolling Stone - Bob Dylan, guitar chords

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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