Written by Bob Dylan. This is 'The Boss's' version. FThe (133211@1)guilty undertaker sighs, AmThe (x02210@1)lonesome organ grinder cries, Dm (xx0231@1) CThe (x32010@1)silver saxophones say I should refuse you. BbThe (x1333x@1)cracked bells and washed-out horns CBlow (x32010@1)into my face with scorn, DmBut (xx0231@1)it's not that way, CI (x32010@1)wasn't born to lose you. F (133211@1) AmI (x02210@1)want you, I want you, Dm (xx0231@1) CI (x32010@1)want you so bad, FHoney, (133211@1)I want you. FThe (133211@1)drunken politician leaps AmUpon (x02210@1)the street where mothers weep DmAnd (xx0231@1)the saviors who are fast asleep, CThey (x32010@1)wait for you. BbAnd (x1333x@1)I wait for them to interrupt CMe (x32010@1)drinkin' from that broken cup DmAnd (xx0231@1)ask me to COpen (x32010@1)up the gate for you. F (133211@1) AmI (x02210@1)want you, I want you, Dm (xx0231@1) CI (x32010@1)want you so bad, FHoney, (133211@1)I want you. Am (x02210@1) Now all my fathers, they've gone down, Dm (xx0231@1) True love they've been without it. AmBut (x02210@1)all their daughters put me down Bb (x1333x@1) C'Cause (x32010@1)I don't think about it. FWell, (133211@1)I return to the Queen of Spades AmAnd (x02210@1)talk with my chambermaid. DmShe (xx0231@1)knows that I'm not afraid CTo (x32010@1)look at her BbShe (x1333x@1)is good to me CAnd (x32010@1)there's nothing she doesn't see. DmShe (xx0231@1)knows where I'd like to be CBut (x32010@1)it doesn't matter. F (133211@1) AmI (x02210@1)want you, I want you, Dm (xx0231@1) CI (x32010@1)want you so bad FHoney, (133211@1)I want you. FNow (133211@1)your dancing child with his Chinese suit, AmHe (x02210@1)spoke to me, I took his flute. DmNo, (xx0231@1)I wasn't very cute to him, CWas (x32010@1)I? BbBut (x1333x@1)I did it, though, because he lied CBecause (x32010@1)he took you for a ride DmAnd (xx0231@1)because tine was on his side CAnd (x32010@1)because I... F (133211@1) AmI (x02210@1)want you, I want you, Dm (xx0231@1) CI (x32010@1)want you so bad FHoney, (133211@1)I want you. Enjoy!