Written by Bob Dylan and Willie Dixon
Released on Together Through Life (2009)
Tabbed by Eyolf Østrem

D throughout, with shades of D minor. The guitar/accordeon riff below is played at the end (or is it beginning?) of most measures, and that’s more or less it, except for the ‘Home Town’ motif, given here as a one-guitar thing, but played on different instruments. I wouldn’t necessarily say that it’s a good idea to play this arrangement on a single guitar, but it’s up to you.

N.C. = “no chord”; the slash chords (“/d” etc) indicate bass notes.

Guitar:
D
.     .       :     .
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--------10-------|----------
-----------12-10-|-11-------
-----------------|----------
-----------------|----------
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Accordeon:
.     .       :     .
-----------------|-10-------
-----------------|----------
-------------8h9-|----------
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D
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
N.C./d /c    /a       /f        /d
I just wanna say that hell's my wife's home town

/d    /c    /a    /f        /d
:     .     .     .         :     .     .     .     rep. a varying
|-------------------------||--------------------------||  number of
|-------------------------||*-----10----8-6-----8----*||  times
|-7-----------------------||------10----9-7-----9-----||
|-------10----7-----------||--0-----------------------||
|-------------------8-----||*------------------------*||
|-------------------------||--------------------------||
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 â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
home town