"I Want You" lyrics

"I Want You"
(originally by Bob Dylan)

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way
I wasn't born to lose you

I want you, I want you
I want you, oh so bad
I want you

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to open up the gate for you

I want you, I want you
I want you, oh so bad
Honey, I want you

Now all my father's, they've gone down
True love they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it

Well, I return to the queen of spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid to look at her
She is good to me and there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be, but it doesn't matter

I want you, I want you
I want you, oh so bad
I want you
I want you, oh so bad
Honey, I want you


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