I Want You
C The guilty undertaker sighs, Em The lonesome organ grinder cries, Am G The silver saxophones say I should refuse you. F The cracked bells and washed-out horns G Blow into my face with scorn, Am But it's not that way, G I wasn't born to lose you. C Em I want you, I want you, Am G I want you so bad, C Honey, I want you.