Magnolia Wind

I'd rather sleep in a box
 Like a bum on the street
 Than a fine feather bed
 Without your little ol' cold feet
 And I'd rather be deaf
 Dumb and stone blind
 Than to know that your mornings
 Will never be mine
 And I'd rather die young
 Than to live without you
 I'd rather go hungry
 Than to eat lonesome stew
 You know it's once in a lifetime
 And it won't come again
 It's here and it's gone
 On a magnolia wind
 And I'd rather not walk
 Through the garden again
 If I can't catch your scent
 On a magnolia wind
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 If it ever comes to time
 That it comes time to go
 Pack up your fiddles
 Sis', pack up your bow
 If I can't dance with you
 Then I won't dance at all
 I'll just sit this this one out
 With my back to the wall
 And I'd rather not hear
 Pretty music again
 If I can't get your hopes
 On a magnolia wind
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 If I can't catch your scent
 On a magnolia wind