Title: American Old Time Song Lyrics
Subject: Traditional & Folk Music
Author: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk
Keywords: Old time music, American, oldtimey, bluegrass

Oh How I Wanted It - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
OH! HOW I WANTED IT. Copyright, 1894, by Henry J. Wehman. Written and sung by Jas. McAvoy. 
I remember when I was a child I had a craving way, And the habit lingers with me still up to the present day; As for anything I wanted, I would never pass it by, And when I couldn't get it, how I used to howl and cry. My pa he used to quiet me and box me on the ear, And mother she would jolly me, and say it was too dear; And then they'd chase me up to bed and tell me goto sleep, Just because they could not buy it I would lie awake and weep. 
Chorus. Oh, how I wanted it, how I used to tease, Oh, how I wanted it, something that I couldn't get; Whate'er it was I'd cry for it, from morning until night, In fact I always wanted everything that was in sight 
I've got that craving feeling yet I've grown to be a man, Still things I want and dying for to get I never can; Now, at home I want to be the boss, my wife, she is, of course, I am crazy for to quit her and I long for a divorce; She's sued me for desertion, also for non-support, And twice a week she has me pinched and up before the courts; A legal separation, now, the Judge he will not grant, I confess I love another, but to marry her I can't 
Chorus. But, oh, how I wanted it just to come my way, Oh, how I wanted it just to give me chance to get; To-night I am only out on bail, the Judge is on to me, And to-day he said he knew I wanted everything I see. 
To-day I saw a pretty girl, and dressed way out of sight She wrote a note and said that she'd be out in front to-night; And everything she ate and drunk I paid for like a man, And thirty cents in change is all I've got left out of a ten. The way I blew my ten she must have thought that I had stuff, It broke my heart to blow myself, but still I made the bluff; That little ten I saved a week, I am now a tenner short, And what a sucker play I made, trying to be a sport. 
Chorus. But, oh, how I wanted it, I've only thirty cents, Oh, how I blew it in upon the girl I tried to win; I guess she razzle-dazzled me, but oh, she was a peach, That's what I get for grabbing everything that's in my reach.