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like a rolling stone | guitar chord и Mp3

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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 DThrew the bums a dime, in your prime, didn`t you?G Am7 Em7People call, say "Beware, doll, you`re bound to fall." C D DYou thought they were all kiddin` you.C D C DYou used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin` out,C Em7 Am7 G C Em7 Am7 GBut now you don`t talk so loud, Now you don`t seem so proud,Am D DAbout havin` to be scroungin` your next meal.D G C D D G C DHow does it feel? How does it feel.D G C D D G C DTo be on your own. With no direction home. D G C D D G C DA 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 diplomatWho carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat.Ain`t it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn`t where it`s atAfter he took from you everything he could steal.You never turned around to see the frownsOn 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 compromiseWith the Mystery Tramp but now you realizeHe`s not selling any alibisAs you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd he says, "Do you want to make a deal?"Princess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey`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 amusedAt Napolean in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now he calls you you can`t refuseWhen you got nothin` you got nothin` to loseYour invisible now you`ve got no secrets to conceal.************************************************************************* "Here`s a song that I like to play. ** Print it out, play it and pass it around. ** If you like it, send me one of your favourites." ** ** Jeffrey Goffin Internet: jgoffin@acs.ucalgary.ca ** Calgary, Alberta, Canada FidoNet: 1:134/160 *************************************************************************From: moses20@aol.com (Moses20)I remember requesting Like a Rolling Stone a few weeks back; since then afew other people have done the same. I got this response after I posted onrec.music.dylan. It sounds right to me. The only thing I need are thecomplete lyrics; there not at Nevada. If someone could please post or sendthem to me I`d appreciate it. Here it is.. C DmOnce upon a time you dressed so fineEm FYou threw the bums a dime in your primeGDidn`t you?(repeat above sequence)F G F GYou used to laugh about everybody that was hanging outF Em Dm CNow you don`t talk so loudF Em Dm CNow you don`t seem so proudDm7 F GAbout having to be scrounging for your next meal C F GHow does it feel and so on...Thanx to howells@netcom.com (John Howells) for the original post. Lyricsplease, anyone?Thanx-Aaron Bernaymoses20@aol.comFrom: Harlan L Thompson LIKE A ROLLING STONE- Bob Dylan G Am7 Once upon a time, you dressed so fine G/B C D D7Threw the bums a dime, in your prime, didn`t you?G Am7 G/BPeople call, say "Beware, doll, you`re bound to fall" C D D7You thought they were all kiddin` you C D C DYou used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin` outC G/B Am7 G C G/B Am7 GBut now you don`t talk so loud, Now you don`t seem so proudAm C D D7About havin` to be scroungin` your next meal D G C D D G C DHow does it feel? How does it feel D G C D D G C DTo be without a home Like a complete unknown D G C D7Like a rollin` stone You`ve gone to the finest schools, alright, Miss LonelyBut you know you only used to get juiced in it You never had to live out on the streetBut now you`re gonna have to get used to it You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomatWho carried on his shoulders a Siamese cat Ain`t it hard when you discover thatHe really wasn`t where it`s atAfter he took from you everything he could stealHow does it feel? How does it feel?To be on your own, with no direction homeA complete unknown, like a rolling stoneYou never turned around to see the frownsOn 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 compromiseWith the Mystery Tramp but now you realizeHe`s not selling any alibis, as you stare into the vacuum of his eyesAnd 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 homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stonePrincess on the steeple and all the pretty peopleThey`re all drinkin`, thinkin` that they`ve got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious giftsBut you`d better lift your diamond ring, you`d better pawn it babe You used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in rags and the language that he usedGo to him now he calls you you can`t refuseWhen you got nothin` you got nothin` to loseYou`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 homeLike a complete unknown, like a rolling stoneNOTE: Just a squished up version of previous postings. Believe it ornot, with the powers of word processor margin manipulation I can getthis onto one page.(from Highway 61 Revisited, 1965)(sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)

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