Capo 1 C G I'd rather sleep in a box - like a bum on the street F G Than a fine feather bed - without your little ol' cold feet C G And I'd rather be deaf - dumb and stone blind F G C Than to know that your mornings, will never be mine G And I'd rather die young - than to live without you F G I'd rather go hungry, than eat lonesome stew C G You know it's once in a lifetime - and it won't come again F C It's here and it's gone, on a magnolia wind Am F C I'd rather not walk, through the garden again G C If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind Break C G F G C G F G C C G If it ever comes time - that it comes time to go F G Pack up yout fiddle, sis' pack up your bow C G If I can't dance with you, then I won't dance at all F G C I'll just sit this one out - with my back to the wall Am F C I'd rather not hear - pretty music again G C If I can't hear your voice - on magnolia wind Break C G F G C F C If I can't catch your scent, on a magnolia wind.
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