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