Hayes Carll - Magnolia Wind lyrics

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, ah
Dumb and stone blind
Than to know that your mornings
Would never be mine

And I'd rather die young than
To live without you
I’d rather go hungry than
To eat lonesome stew
And it's once in a lifetime
And it won't come again
It's just 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

So if it ever comes time that
It comes time to go
Sis', pack up your fiddle Sis’
Pack up your bow
’Cause 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

And I'd rather not hear pretty music again
If I can't catch your fiddle
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