I Want You (Live)

The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophone 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 so bad
Honey, I want you

A drunken politician leaps up on the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
And I wait for them to return up
Drinking from my broken cup
And asked me to open up the gates for you

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

Now all my fathers, they come down
True love they found without it
And all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it
Oh, I return to the Queen of Spades and talk with the chambermaids
She knows I'm not afraid to look at her
She is good to me
And there's nothing that she doesn't see
She knows where I like to be but it doesn't matter

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

Oh, you're dancing child with a shiny suit
He spoke to me, I took his flu
No, I wasn't very cute to him or was I?
But you didn't because you lied
'Cause you took him for a ride
Because time was on his side and because I

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

Thank you!
Yeah!



Credits
Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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