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 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
 I'd rather not walk through the garden again
 If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
 Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go
 Sis' pack up your fiddle, Sis' pack up your bow
 If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all
 I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
 I'd rather not hear pretty music again
 If I can't hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind
 If I can't catch your scent on a 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 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
 I'd rather not walk through the garden again
 If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
 Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go
 Sis' pack up your fiddle, Sis' pack up your bow
 If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all
 I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
 I'd rather not hear pretty music again
 If I can't hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind
 If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind