Bob Dylan - I want you

^DThe guilty undertaker sighs, The ^F#mlonesome organ grinder cries, The ^Bmsilver saxophones say I should^A refuse you. The ^Gcracked bells and washed-out horns ^ABlow into my face with scorn, But it's ^Bmnot that way, I wasn't born to ^Alose you. I ^Dwant you, I ^F#mwant you, I ^Bmwant you so ^Abad, Honey, I want ^Dyou.

The ^Ddrunken politician leaps U^F#mpon the street where mothers weep And the ^Bmsaviors who are fast asleep, They^A wait for you. And I ^Gwait for them to interrupt ^AMe drinkin' from that broken cup And ^Bmask me to Open up the ^Agate for you. I ^Dwant you, I ^F#mwant you, I ^Bmwant you so ^Abad, Honey, I want ^Dyou.

Now ^F#mall my fathers, they've gone down, ^BmTrue love they've been without it. But ^F#mall their daughters put me down 'Cause ^GI don't think abou^At it.

^DWell, I return to the Queen of Spades And ^F#mtalk with my chambermaid. ^BmShe knows that I'm not afraid To ^Alook at her ^GShe is good to me ^AAnd there's nothing she doesn't see. She^Bm knows where I'd like to be ^ABut it doesn't matter. I ^Dwant you, I ^F#mwant you, I ^Bmwant you so ^Abad Honey, I ^Dwant you.

^DNow your dancing child with his Chinese suit, He ^F#mspoke to me, I took his flute. ^BmNo, I wasn't very cute to him, ^AWas I? But I ^Gdid it, though, because he lied ^ABecause he took you for a ride And ^Bmbecause tine was on his side And ^Abecause I... I ^Dwant you, I ^F#mwant you, I ^Bmwant you so ^Abad Honey, I ^Dwant you.