rawl!Crawl!Crawl!Crawl!
immy got Ditty, Bobby got RobbieI got my woman, everybody get a girlAnd do the crawl, do the crawlThe kids on the cornerEverybody's doing the crawlYeah Crawl!SITTING IN THE JAIL HOUSESitting in the jail houseTalking to mean old man DaveHey, Mr. Watt, do I get my touchI've got my spirit on the stakeI'll see through the barsThey'll hang me here becauseEven the preacher's coming my wayMy trouble started 'cause she was making eyes at meShe had one-man hips, silken hair and tender lipsShe was improbable and she seemed freeThen in a flash, I was in a clashI went and killed some woman's manHippity ya yaHippity ya ya yeahHippity ya yaHippity ya ya yeahOh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh ohSitting in the jail houseTalking with the average old flicker DaveHey, Mr. Watt, do I get my touchI've got my spirit on the stakeWell, I see through your eyesIt comes as no surpriseNo mercy, I will die today Oh oh, oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh ohLIKE A ROLLING STONEWell, once upon a time you dressed so fineGive the bums a dime in your prime, didn't youWell, folks would callSay that you were a doll, you're down too farBut you thought they was all kidding youKidding youYou used to laugh aboutEverybody that was hanging outNow you don't talk so loudNow you don't act so proudAbout having to be scroungingYour next mealHow does it feelTell me, how does it feelTo be without a homeLike a complete unknownLike a rolling stoneWell, you went to the finest schoolAll right, Miss lonely but you go you only used to getJuiced in itNobody ever taught you how to live out on the streetBut now you're gonna have to getUsed to it (Yes you are)You say you never compromiseWith the mystery trampBut now you realizeHe's not selling any alibisAs you gaze into the vacuity of his eyesAnd say, do you want toMake a dealTell me, how does it feelHow does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownOh, just like a rolling stoneYeahLike a rolling stoneWell, princess on the spire and all the pretty peopleThey're gonna drinking, thinking that theyGot it madeThey exchange all precious gifts and thingsYou'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd betterPawn it babeYou used to be so amusedAt Napoleon in the rags and the language tha the usedGonna hear him when he callsYou can't refuseWhen you got nothing, you got nothing to loseYou're invisible now, you got no secretsTo concealHow does it feelTell me, how does it feelTo be on your ownWith no direction homeLike a complete unknownJust like a rolling stoneYeah, like a rolling stoneLike a rolling stoneHow does it feelHow does it feelYeahLike a rolling stone
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