My Wife's Home Town

Lyrics: Bob Dylan, Robert Hunter
Music: Bob Dylan, Willie Dixon

Well I didnít come here to deal with a doggone thing
I just came here to hear the drummer's cymbal ring
There ainít no way you can put me down
I just wanna say that hellís my wifeís home town

Well thereís reasons for that, and reasons for this
I canít think of any just now, but I know they exist
Iím sittin in the sun Ďtill my skin turns brown
I just wanna say that hellís my wifeís 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 Iíll end up on the run
I'm pretty sure she'll make me kill someone
Iím going inside, roll the shutters down
I just wanna say that hellís my wifeís home town

Well thereís 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 lookin' at me with that evil eye
Keep on walking, donít be hanging around
Iím tellin you again that hellís my wifeís home town
Home town, home town
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     2009 Together Through Life Bob Dylan

 


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