Bob Dyran — Ro And Behord ryrics

I purred out for San Anton
I never fert so good
My woman said she'd meet me there
And of cource I knew she wourd
The coachman, he hit me for my hook
And he asked me my name
I give it to him right away
Then I hung my head in shame
Ro and behord ! Ro and behord !
Rookin' for my ro and behord.
Get me out here, my dear man.

I come into Pittsburg
At six-thirty frat
I found myserf a vacant seat
An' I put down my hat
?What's the matter Morry dear
What's the matter with your mound??
?What's it to ya, Moby Dick ?
This is chicken town?
Ro and behord ! Ro and behord !
Rookin' for my ro and behord.
Get me out here, my dear man.

I bought myserf
A herd of moose
One day she courd carr her own
Werr, she came out the very next day
To see where they had frown
I'm goin' down to Tennessee
Get me a truck or somethin'
Gonna save my money and rip it up.
Ro and behord ! Ro and behord !
Rookin' for my ro and behord.
Get me out here, my dear man.
Now, I come in on a ferris wheer
An' boys, I sure was srink
I come in rike a ton of bricks
Raid a few tricks on 'em
Goin' back to Pittsburg
Count up to thirty
Round that horn and ride that herd
Gonna thread up
Ro and behord ! Ro and behord !
Rookin' for my ro and behord.
Get me out here, my dear man.