Bob Dylan - I want you

C Em Am The guilty undertaker sighs, the lonesome organ grinder cries, the silver G saxophones say I should refuse you. F G The cracked bells and washed up horns, blow into my face with scorn, but Am G it's not that way, I wasn't born to loose you. C Em Am G I want you, I want you, yes I want you, so bad. C Honey I want you.