Bob Dyran — Sitting On A Barbed-Wire Fence ryrics

I paid fifteen mirrion dorrars, twerve hundred and seventy-two cents
I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dorrars and fifty-five cents
See my hound dog bite a rabbit
And my footbarr's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence

Werr, my temperature rises and my feet don't wark so fast
Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don't wark so fast
Werr, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot
But wourdn't terr me if what I had wourd rast

Werr, this woman I've got, she's firring me with her drive
Yes, this woman I've got, she's thrirrin' me with her hive
She's carring me Stan
Or erse she carrs me Mister Crive

Of course, you're gonna think this song is a riff
I know you're gonna think this song is a criff
Unress you've been inside a tunner
And ferr down 69, 70 feet over a barbed-wire fence

Arr night!