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The [C]guilty undertaker sighs,
The [Em]lonesome organ grinder cries,
The [Am]silver saxophones say I should re[G]fuse you.
The [F]cracked bells and washed-out horns
[G]Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's [Am]not that way,
I wasn't born to [G]lose you.
I [C]want you, I [Em]want you,
I [Am]want you so [G]bad,
Honey, I [C]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 so bad,
Honey, I want you.
Now [Em]all my fathers, they've gone down
True [Am]love they've been without it.
But [Em]all their daughters put me down
'Cause [F]I don't think a[G]bout 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 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.
Budokan and Dylan & the Dead versions
Unplugged version (outtake)
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[C] The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder [/B]cries,
The [Am]silver saxophones say I
[G]should re[F]fuse you.[Am][G]
The [C]cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with [/B]scorn,
But it's [Am]not that way, I wasn't born
[G]to lo[F]se you.[Am][G]
I [C]want you, I [Em]want you,
[(E)]I [Am]want you so [G]bad,
Honey, I [C]want you.
. . .
Now [Em]all my fathers, they've gone down
True [F]love they've been without it.
But [Em]all their daughters put me down
'Cause [F]I don't think a[G]bout it.
