I Want You Bob Dylan
The guilty undertaker sighs,
The [F#m]lonesome organ grinder cries,
The [Bm]silver saxophones say I should[A] refuse you.
The [G]cracked bells and washed-out horns
[A]Blow into my face with scorn,
But it's [Bm]not that way,
I wasn't born to [A]lose you.
I [D]want you, I [F#m]want you,
I [Bm]want you so [A]bad,
Honey, I want [D]you.
tAB by ANTONIO FABIANI (antonio.fabiani@aol.it)
The [D]drunken politician leaps
U[F#m]pon the street where mothers weep
And the [Bm]saviors who are fast asleep,
They[A] wait for you.
And I [G]wait for them to interrupt
[A]Me drinkin' from that broken cup
And [Bm]ask me to
Open up the [A]gate for you.
I [D]want you, I [F#m]want you,
I [Bm]want you so [A]bad,
Honey, I want [D]you.
Now [F#m]all my fathers, they've gone down,
[Bm]True love they've been without it.
But [F#m]all their daughters put me down
'Cause [G]I don't think abou[A]t it.
[D]Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And [F#m]talk with my chambermaid.
[Bm]She knows that I'm not afraid
To [A]look at her
[G]She is good to me
[A]And there's nothing she doesn't see.
She[Bm] knows where I'd like to be
[A]But it doesn't matter.
I [D]want you, I [F#m]want you,
I [Bm]want you so [A]bad
Honey, I [D]want you.
[D]Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,
He [F#m]spoke to me, I took his flute.
[Bm]No, I wasn't very cute to him,
[A]Was I?
But I [G]did it, though, because he lied
[A]Because he took you for a ride
And [Bm]because tine was on his side
And [A]because I...
I [D]want you, I [F#m]want you,
I [Bm]want you so [A]bad
Honey, I [D]want you.
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