Bob Dylan - I want you

^CThe guilty undertaker sighs The ^Emlonesome organ grinder cries The ^Amsilver saxophones say I shoul^Gd refuse you The ^Fcracked bells and washed-out horns ^GBlow into my face with scorn But it's ^Amnot that way I wasn't born to ^Glose you

I ^Cwant you, I ^Emwant you, I ^Amwant you so ^Gbad, Honey, I want ^Cyou

The ^Cdrunken politician leaps U^Empon the street where mothers weep And the ^Amsaviors who are fast asleep They^G wait for you And I ^Fwait for them to interrupt Me d^Grinkin' from that broken cup And ^Amask me to Open up the ^Ggate for you

I ^Cwant you, I ^Emwant you, I ^Amwant you so ^Gbad, Honey, I want ^Cyou

Now ^Emall my fathers, they've gone down, True^Am love they've been without it But ^Emall their daughters put me down 'Cause ^FI don't think abou^Gt it

^CWell, I return to the Queen of Spades And ^Emtalk with my chambermaid She ^Amknows that I'm not afraid To ^Glook at her ^FShe is good to me And ^Gthere's nothing she doesn't see She ^Amknows where I'd like to be But ^Git doesn't matter

I ^Cwant you, I ^Emwant you, I ^Amwant you so ^Gbad Honey, I want ^Cyou

^CNow your dancing child with his Chinese suit He ^Emspoke to me, I took his flute No,^Am I wasn't very cute to him ^GWas I? But I ^Fdid it, though, because he lied Bec^Gause he took you for a ride And ^Ambecause tine was on his side And ^Gbecause I...

I ^Cwant you, I ^Emwant you, I ^Amwant you so ^Gbad Honey, I want ^Cyou