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Chimes of Freedom - The Songs of Bob Dylan (Honoring 50 Years of Amnesty International)
I Want You
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 so bad
Honey, I want you
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviours who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt me
Drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask for me to open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
Now all my fathers, 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
Will 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 so bad
Honey, I want you
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And 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
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
So bad
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 so bad
Honey, I want you
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviours who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt me
Drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask for me to open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
I want you
Now all my fathers, 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
Will 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 so bad
Honey, I want you
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?
But I did it, though, because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And 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
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
So bad
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Writer(s): Bob Dylan
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