Bob Dylan Sitting on a Barbed Wire Fence preparing for Tom Thumb.

By Tony Attwood

In my experience a lot of people who earn their living out of words have the ability to create streams of narrative at the drop of a hat.  Many actors can improvise dialogue that their character might have said (but didn’t), songwriters and poets can pour out line after line in the style of… well, anyone you choose to name, and novelists can do the same with any situation – looking out at a scene they can just create a world of people and events around it.

And of course it is an ability not restricted to those who work with words – many others can generate such lines of speech / poetry / lyrics too, on request.

This doesn’t in any way mean that the result is of value in the greater realm of things, but they can do it, their brains just work that way.  And doing it can be helpful, as the actor prepares for his part, as the songwriter or poet explores ideas and expressions and so on.

None of which is to say that the resultant lines of dialogue are of value – it is just that for some people they are dead easy to create, and can help with later work.

And this I think is exactly what Bob Dylan was doing at this time.  That does not mean that I believe many of the songs around this time are just outpourings of words, far from it as the list below shows, but rather that is what Bob did with Barbed Wire Fence.

The period that this song comes from is shown here with the songs written (as far as we know) in this order

and I go as far as Just like Tom Thumb because Barbed Wire Fence and Tom Thumb are linked through their lyrics, comparing

I don’t have the strength
To get up and take another shot
And my best friend, my doctor
Won’t even say what it is I’ve got

with

Well, my temperature rises and my feet don’t walk so fast
Yes, my temperature rises and my feet don’t walk so fast
Well, this Arabian doctor came in, gave me a shot
But wouldn’t tell me if what I had would last

And of course as a song the Fence it is comparable to Outlaw Blues in its style and approach

Ain’t it hard to stumble
And land in some funny lagoon?
Ain’t it hard to stumble
And land in some muddy lagoon?
Especially when it’s nine below zero
And three o’clock in the afternoon.

The problem with this scatological approach to lyrics however is that while it is fairly easy for the person who lives through his/her words to generate the words, it is less easy to convert them into a piece of music that will have more than a passing interest.

Many of us can be impressed by the experienced actor who can create 20 lines of Shakespeare which sound as if they should come from a play, but haven’t and which upon analysis far from meaning anything, are gibberish.  But that doesn’t make these lines to be anything other than a bit of fun.

And Dylan must have felt this way – Tom Thumb has been played over 200 times in concert whereas Outlaw got just one solitary outing in 2007 – in Nashville.  I know not why it suddenly turned up, but it did.

To me what is most interesting is that this song, which really is just a sketch and an experiment sits among such amazing gems as in the list above shows… sitting there until the moment emerged when it would become (a few months later) a much more rounded.

And indeed somehow transporting the situation to Mexico and ending with the decision to return to New York is much more in keeping with the randomness of the words.

I suppose part of my problem is that I can see too many allusions in the Barbed Wire Fence lines such as “See my hound dog bite a rabbit” which takes me instantly to “Hound Dog”, although of course there “you ain’t never caught a rabbit” is the thrust of the accusation.   But such links seem wrong – the songs are too different, the situations too different.  For me, somehow, it doesn’t seem to work.

It is, as I have said of certain other songs, a sketch, an idea, which went on to form the basis of something much more substantial.

What else is on the site

You’ll find some notes about our latest posts arranged by themes and subjects on the home page.  You can also see details of our main sections on this site at the top of this page under the picture.

The index to all the 590 Dylan compositions and co-compositions that we have found on the A to Z page.

We also have a very lively discussion group “Untold Dylan” on Facebook with over 2000 active members.  (Try imagining a place where it is always safe and warm).  Just type the phrase “Untold Dylan” in, on your Facebook page or follow this link 

If you are interested in Dylan’s work from a particular year or era, your best place to start is Bob Dylan year by year.

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3 Responses to Bob Dylan Sitting on a Barbed Wire Fence preparing for Tom Thumb.

  1. Babette says:

    I think he was just playing with this old wonderful song:
    Big Mama Thornton: Hound Dog

    That song and performance is so perfect that nobody should spoil it.
    Not even Elvis or Dylan.

    You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
    Been snoopin’ ’round the door
    You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
    Been snoopin’ ’round my door
    You can wag your tail
    But I ain’t gonna feed you no more

    You told me you was high-class
    But I could see through that
    Yes, you told me you was high-class
    But I could see through that
    And daddy, I know
    You ain’t no real cool cat

    You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
    Been snoopin’ ’round the door
    You’re just an old hound dog
    Been snoopin’ ’round my door
    You can wag your tail
    But I ain’t gonna feed you no more, oh play it on Sam, oh!

    Aw, listen to that there old hound dog
    Oh, play it, it s’all right in here
    Oh, listen to that there old hound dog holler
    Oh, play it boy, play it
    Oh, you make me feel good
    Oh, do the mess around right now, yeah
    Now wag your tail
    Oh, get it now
    Oh, get it now, get it, get it, get it
    Oh, go, holler boy

    You made me feel so blue
    You made me weep and moan
    You made me feel so blue
    Well you made me weep and moan
    ‘Cause you ain’t looking for a woman
    All you lookin’ is for a home

    You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
    Quit snoopin’ ’round the door
    You ain’t nothing but a hound dog
    Quit snoopin’ ’round my door
    You can wag your tail
    But I ain’t gonna feed you no more, oh!

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxoGvBQtjpM

  2. Elliott Christ says:

    Somewhere on one of the ever-expanded editions of Cutting Edge there’s a missing verse not on the Bootleg Series version – it ends with the line “she’s a – hungry woman and she’ll really make a mess out of you!” Imagine my surprise!

  3. Hello there Tony, Thank you for posting this analysis of a song from Bob Dylan’s Music Box http://thebobdylanproject.com/Song/id/575/Sitting-on-a-Barbed-Wire-Fence Come and join us inside and listen to every song composed, recorded or performed by Bob Dylan, plus all the great covers streaming on YouTube, Spotify, Deezer and SoundCloud plus so much more… including this link.

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