^DFirst time I heard 'Like A Rolling Stone'^Am I felt that magic ^C and took^G it home Gave it a twist and made it mine But nothing was as good as the very first time Poetry rolling off his tongue Like Hank Williams chewing bubble gum ^DAsking me 'how does it feel'?

^GFirst time I heard 'Like A^C Rollin^Gg Stone' ^CI felt that ma^Ggic and^D took it^G home ^{G C G C G D G}

^GWalking with the^G/F# devil on a^Em twis^Cted road ^FListen to the 'Dead' on the ^Cradio ^GThat old time mu^G/F#sic used to^Em soot^Che my soul ^F If I ever get home I ^Dlet the good time^Gs r^G/F#oll ^{Em D C F} Let the good times ro^Gll ^{G/F# Em D C F}

^DFlying down a road in a dream of mine ^Am To a late tour, throu^Cgh a stat^Ge of mind Singing in the place where I first saw Roy Playing that place gave me so much joy Brand new tune with familiar chords Flashbulbs poppin' at the stage door ^DAll the time^C lo^Goking for something new

^GSinging in the place where I ^Cfirst s^Gaw Roy ^C Playing th^Gat place gave ^Dme so^G much joy G C G C G D G

Let the good times ro^Gll ^{G/F# Em D C F}

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