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Yeah, times were a changin', you brought it all home
'Blonde On Blonde', 'Like A Rolling Stone'
The real world is crazy, you were deranged
And when
beads and he smokes a lot of dope
Momma is depressed, barely makes a sound
Daddy's got a girlfriend in another town
Bob Dylan sings "Like a Rolling Stone
sing

Folk City here we come

I'm going to sing all the words like Bob Dylan does
About where it's at and where it was

Yeah I'm goin' Folk City
I keep having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob Dylan
Of people wrapped up tight in the things that will kill them
Of being trapped in
to think I'm a villain
I'm just chillin', like Bob Dylan
Yeah I smoke cheeba, it helps me with my brain
I might be a little dusted but I'm not insane
People
that guitar's just got to go"
So he pulled his hat down over his eyes

And headed on out for them western skies
I think Bob Dylan said that
He hit
Time flies by
In the blink of an eye
When you get paid for having too much fun
Kicking out the foot lights
Living the night life
Like tomorrow ain't
over love and rotting stones like a steamrolling 
High rolling 
Shit kicking ego machine 
Mad Dog 
Alternative 
Sleep 
Everywhere rattle snake in
recreational wreck to keep y'all illin'
Sound off, pump rounds off rock like Bob Dylan would
One-million and one guns, one-million and one sons
Cap pealin' put
something to cut in case you has to

If he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
These clever
Mars
When words are weaved, pictures are painted
Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between Mars
[Chorus]
With every twist and turn we take
We'll get out in the passing lane
And we'll go on like two rolling stones
We live and learn with every
misunderstanding 
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone

Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
misunderstanding
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone

Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
with his bike 

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones 
He's the hobo kid who's left his home 
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt

This glancing life is like a morning star
A setting sun, or rolling waves at sea
A gentle breeze or lightning in
control
Hell yeah, hell yeah, a scene to call our own
Hell yeah, hell yeah, I grip the microphone
And we're picking up speed like a rolling stone

Let's go,
Yep
I've been on the cover of the rolling stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I been so high I've gotten confused
I been beat down,
What, goes, on!
Rolling Stones of the rap game, not bragging
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards, I'mma leave it at that
That
something to cut in case you has to

If he was on the island he'd probably rob a millionaire
And be known for wilin' out like Bob Dylan here
These clever
Hottest paper can’t count it all alone
Mesmerized by the throne, addicted to doing wrong
I’m a stone cold killer, cards in the winner
Audemar ghetto like
We're gonna shine

Look in the mirror watch our faces change
We were gonna be McCartney clones
We skipped school to see the Rolling Stones
And sang
What, goes, on!
Rolling Stones of the rap game, not bragging
Lips bigger than Jagger, not saggin'
Spell it backwards, I'mma leave it at that
That
misunderstanding 
Won't you leave a poor boy alone
I'm the one eyed seed of a tumbleweed
In the belly of a rolling stone

Back on the highway, yeah, yeah, yeah
his throne
There won't be any comebacks tomorrow
No Elvis, Beatles or the Rolling Stones
Why they were taken away? God only knows
We formed a band we