Dedicated to My Son-In-Law

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I just came here to hear the drummer's cymbal ring

There aint no way you can put me down

I just wanna say that hell's my wife's hometown.

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 hometown.

She can make you steal, make you rob

Give you the hives, make you lose your job

Make things bad, make things worse

She got stuff more potent than a gypsy's 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 shutter's down

I just wanna say that hell's my wife's hometown

Well, there's plenty to remember, plenty to forget

I still can remember the day we met

I lost my reason 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 hangin around

I'm tellin you again that hell's my wife's hometown.

copyright 2008 Bob Dylan