Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Wife's Home Town, artist - Bob Dylan. Date of issue: 27.04.2009
Song language: English
My Wife's Home Town |
| 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 sittin 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 |
| 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 lookin' at me with that evil eye |
| Keep on walking, don’t be hanging around |
| I’m tellin you again that hell’s my wife’s home town |
| Home town, ha ha, home town |