My Wife's Home Town
Bob Dylan Lyrics


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Well, I didn't come here to deal with a doggone thing
I just came here to hear the drop of cymbaline
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 a-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
Home town

Overall Meaning

In My Wife's Home Town, Bob Dylan sings about the town where his wife grew up and the negative experiences he has had there. He starts off by saying he didn't come to the town to deal with anything, he just wanted to hear the drop of "Cymbaline", likely referring to the Pink Floyd song of the same name. He goes on to say that there is no way to put him down, but that he must state that hell is his wife's home town. Although he can't think of any reasons for this right now, he knows they exist.


Dylan then describes the power his wife's hometown has over people, saying she can make you steal, rob, and lose your job, and that she has potent stuff more powerful than a gypsy curse. He even hints at the idea that his wife's influence may cause him to kill someone and he feels like he is on the run. Dylan seems to be stuck in this town and is trying to deal with the negative effects it has had on his life. Finally, he warns people to keep their distance and not hang around, repeating that his wife's hometown is hell.


Interestingly, some interpret the song to be about race relations in America, as Dylan's wife at the time was from the South and struggled with the prejudices of the time. The song has also been interpreted as a commentary on the power dynamic within Dylan's marriage, suggesting that Dylan feels powerless and manipulated by his wife.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I didn't come here to deal with a doggone thing
I came here with no specific intention or agenda.


I just came here to hear the drop of cymbaline
I came here to listen to the sound of cymbals fading away.


There ain't no way you can put me down
I cannot be brought down or discouraged.


I just wanna say that hell's my wife's home town
I am not fond of my wife's hometown and it reminds me of hell.


Well, there's reasons for that, and reasons for this
There are reasons why I dislike my wife's hometown, but I cannot recall them at the moment.


I can't think of any just now, but I know they exist
Although I cannot remember them at present, I am aware that there are reasons why I feel this way.


I'm sittin in the sun 'till my skin turns brown
I am sitting in the sun to get a tan and enjoy the warm weather.


She can make you steal, make you rob
My wife has the power to influence people to commit theft or robbery.


Give you the hives, make you lose your job
My wife has the potential to cause stress and anxiety that could lead to losing a job.


Make things bad, she can make things worse
My wife is capable of turning a bad situation into an even worse one.


She got stuff more potent than a gypsy curse
My wife has a powerful ability to affect people's lives beyond what any gypsy curse could do.


One of these days I'll end up on the run
I fear that I will end up in trouble with the law due to my wife's influence.


I'm pretty sure she'll make me kill someone
I am certain that at some point, my wife will cause me to commit murder.


I'm going inside, roll the shutters down
I am going inside and closing the shutters as a way to protect myself from my wife's influence.


Well, there's plenty to remember, plenty to forget
There are many things that I remember and many that I wish to forget.


I still can remember the day we met
Despite everything, I have not forgotten the day that I met my wife.


I lost my reasons a-long ago
I have lost my reasons for being with my wife a long time ago.


My love for her is all I know
Despite everything that has happened, my love for my wife is the only thing that remains.


State gone broke, the county's dry
The state is broke and the county is in a drought.


Don't be lookin' at me with that evil eye
Do not give me a glare or look at me suspiciously.


Keep on walking, don't be hanging around
Please continue walking and do not linger or remain in this location.


I'm tellin you again that hell's my wife's home town
To reiterate, my wife's hometown is like hell on earth for me.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: BOB DYLAN, ROBERT HUNTER, WILLIE DIXON

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@alerciosimbine411

One of my favorite Dylan's albums, so underrated.

@Anna-loves-you

Love his raw voice on this, perfect blues vibe

@user-ss3do6sd2y

This song so funny 😂

@user-ss3do6sd2y

Almost sounds like Louie Armstrong 😊

@helenbostock2350

Without love and respect thier nothing left for me

@helenbostock2350

You don't think others town aren't like that

@helenbostock2350

You never made me blush

@helenbostock2350

Rich people married rich people. Poor family married in to poor family and then usually get divorce. They don't mind thier husband or wife cheating on them and they stay married because of money intressed. Your feed and water are you going well thanks for everything bit of music you ever produce

@michaelmiller2397

Bob said Sara liked this. Hear him laugh at the end?

@helenbostock2350

Views hell or heaven. I know where I live to be. Heaven

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