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 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 If I can't catch your scent On a magnolia wind