| E | |
| The g | uilty undertaker sighs |
| G#m | |
| The l | onesome organ grinder cries |
| C#m | B7 | |
| The s | ilver saxophones say I should | refuse you |
| A | |
| The cr | acked bells and washed-out horns |
| B7 | |
| Bl | ow into my face with scorn |
| C#m | B7 | |
| But it's n | ot that way, I wasn't born to | lose you |
| E | G#m | |
| I w | ant you, I w | ant you |
| C#m | B7 | E | |
| I w | ant you so b | ad. Honey, I w | ant you |
| E | |
| The dr | unken politician leaps |
| G#m | |
| Up | on the street where mothers weep |
| C#m | B7 | |
| And the | saviors who are fast asleep, they | wait for you |
| A | |
| And | I wait for them to interrupt me |
| B7 |
| Drinking from my broken cup |
| C#m | B7 | |
| And | ask me to open up the | gate for you |
| E | G#m | |
| I w | ant you, I w | ant you |
| C#m | B7 | E | |
| I w | ant you so b | ad. Honey, I w | ant you |
| G#m | |
| Now | all my fathers, they've gone down |
| C#m |
| True love they've been without it |
| G#m | |
| But | all their daughters put me down |
| A | B | B7 | |
| 'Cause | I don't think ab | out it |
| E | |
| Well, I ret | urn to the Queen of Spades |
| G#m | |
| And | talk with my chambermaid |
| C#m | B7 | |
| She kn | ows that I'm not afraid to l | ook at her |
| A |
| She is good to me |
| B7 | |
| And there's | nothing she doesn't see |
| C#m | B7 | |
| She kn | ows where I'd like to be, but it | doesn't matter |
| E | G#m | |
| I w | ant you, I w | ant you |
| C#m | B7 | E | |
| I w | ant you so b | ad. Honey, I w | ant you |
| E | |
| Now your d | ancing child with his Chinese suit |
| G#m | |
| He sp | oke to me, I took his flute |
| C#m | B7 | |
| No, I w | asn't very cute to him, | was I? |
| A | |
| But I d | id it, though, because he lied |
| B7 |
| Because he took you for a ride |
| C#m | B7 | |
| And | because time was on his side, and | because I |
| E | G#m | |
| I w | ant you, I w | ant you |
| C#m | B7 | E | |
| I w | ant you so b | ad. Honey, I w | ant you |
