Like Another Rolling Stone

Don't let your sail blow over

Don't let your ship go down

Button down the four-leaf clover

And tell yourself you're glory-bound

And never mind your needless moaning

Remember how you come into town

Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake

Not a hoe, not a spanner, not a fiddle, not a fife

Not a hand on your shoulder in a bitter and a biting cold

You could be out in the street and on your own

Just like another rolling stone

Don't let your heart get weary

Don't let your lip go down

Pander to the bright and cheery

And make the optimistic sound

And when you feel the wind getting colder

Remember how you come into town

Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake

Not a hoe, not a spanner, not a fiddle, not a fife

Not a hand on your shoulder in a bitter and a biting cold

You could be out in the street and on your own

Just like another rolling stone

Don't let your tent blow over

Don't let your lines go down

Recognize the rootless rover

And try to make a joyful sound

And when you feel the best bit's over

Remember how you come into town

Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake

Not a comb, not a hammer, not a feather, not a flake

Not a hoe, not a spanner, not a fiddle, not a fife

You could be out in the street and on your own

Just like another rolling stone