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 youI want you
I want you
I want you, so bad
Honey, I want youThe 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 youI want you
I want you
Yes I want you, so bad
Honey, I want youHow 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 itWell, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk…
Bob Dylan – I Want You (REHEARSAL & TAKE 1) 1966
