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I Want You

(„Blonde on Blonde”, 1966 Columbia)
słowa i muzyka: Bob Dylan

The guilty undertaker sighs,


The lonesome organ grinder cries,

          Dm                                     C

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.


     F                 Am

I want you, I want you,

     Dm              C

I want you so bad,


Honey, I 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 that 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 all my fathers, they've gone down,


True love they”ve been without it.


But all their daughters put me down

       Bb                              C

”Cause I don”t think about 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.


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 tine was on his side

And because I…



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