Lyrics
The guilty undertaker sighs, The lonesome organ grinder cries, 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. I want you, I want you, I
Credits
- Artist
- Bob Dylan
- Genre
- 포크/브루스
- Release
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