I Want You
     Bob Dylan, "Blonde on Blonde", 1966
     --words and music by Bob Dylan

from "The Farrago Sessions", 2006, LineLevel Music



The guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
And 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.

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

The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where the mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from that broken cup
And ask me to 
Open up the gate for you.

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

Now all my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it
All their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.
I return to the Queen of Spades
Talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her
She is good to me
There's nothing there that she doesn't see
She knows just where I'd like to be
But it don't matter. 

	Cause I want you, 
	Baby, I want you,
	Honey, I want you so bad
	Baby, I want you

Now your dancing child in his Chinese suit,
He spoke to me and I took his flute.
Yeah, I wasn't very cute to him
Was I?
But I did it though because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
Because time was on his side
Because I . . . 

	Because I want you,
	Baby I want you,
	Honey I want you so bad,

	Honey I want you.
	Baby I want you,
	You know I want you so bad

	To fade