Lyrics My Wife's Home Town - Bob Dylan
Well,
I
didn't
come
here
to
deal
with
a
doggone
thing
I
just
came
here
to
hear
the
drummer's
cymbal
ring
There
ain't
no
way
you
can
put
me
down.
I
just
wanna
say
that
hell's
my
wife's
home
town
Well,
there's
reasons
for
that
and
reasons
for
this
I
can't
think
of
any
just
now
but
I
know
they
exist
I'm
sittin'
in
the
sun
'til
my
skin
turns
brown
I
just
wanna
say
that
hell's
my
wife's
home
town
Home
town,
home
town
She
can
make
you
steal,
make
you
rob
Give
you
the
hives,
make
you
lose
your
job
Make
things
bad,
she
can
make
things
worse
She
got
stuff
more
potent
than
a
gypsy
curse
One
of
these
days
I'll
end
up
on
the
run
I'm
pretty
sure
she'll
make
me
kill
someone
I'm
goin'
inside,
roll
the
shutters
down
I
just
wanna
say
that
hell's
my
wife's
home
town
Well,
there's
plenty
to
remember,
plenty
to
forget
I
still
can
remember
the
day
we
met
I
lost
my
reasons
a
long
ago
My
love
for
her
is
all
I
know
State
gone
broke,
the
county's
dry
Don't
be
lookin'
at
me
with
that
evil
eye
Keep
on
walkin',
don't
be
hangin'
around
I'm
tellin'
you
again
that
hell's
my
wife's
home
town
Home
town,
home
town
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