Bob Dylan - Sitting On A Barbed

I paid fifteen million dollars, twelve hundred and seventy-two cents

I paid one thousand two hundred twenty-seven dollars and fifty-five cents

See my bull dog bite a rabbit

And my hound dog's sittin' on a barbed-wire fence, alright

Well, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot

Yes, my temperature rises and my feet can't walk so hot

Well, this Arabian doctor comes in, gives me a shot

But wouldn't tell what it was that I got

Well, this woman I've got, she's killing me alive

Yes, this woman I've got, she's killing me alive

She is making me into an old man

And, man, I'm not even twenty-five

Of course, you're gonna think this song is a riff

I know you're gonna think this song is a riff

Unless you've been inside a tunnel

And fell down sixty nine, seventy feet over a barbed-wire fence

Alright!