My Wife's Home Town

Bob Dylan

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    Well, I didn't come here, dear, 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 sitting in the sun 'till 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

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    One of these days I'll end up on the run
    I'm pretty sure she'll make me kill someone
    I'm going 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 long ago
    My love for her is all I know

    State gone broke, the county's dry
    Don't be looking at me with that evil eye
    Keep on walking, don't be hanging around
    I'm telling you again that hell's my wife's home town
    Home town, home town

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    Composition: Túlio Mourão, Robert Hunter, and Mário De Vasconcelos Sá

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