"I wasn't born to lose you"

"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 want you
So bad
Honey, I want you"

Bob Dylan, 1966.