C G I'd rather sleep in a box - like a bum on the streetF G Than a fine feather bed - without your little ol' cold feetC G And I'd rather be deaf - dumb and stone blindF G C Than to know that your mornings, will never be mineG And I'd rather die young - than to live without youF G I'd rather go hungry, than eat lonesome stewC G You know it's once in a lifetime - and it won't come againF C It's here and it's gone, on a magnolia windAm F C I'd rather not walk, through the garden againG C If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind BreakC G F GC G F G CC G If it ever comes time - that it comes time to goF G Pack up yout fiddle, sis' pack up your bowC G If I can't dance with you, then I won't dance at allF G C I'll just sit this one out - with my back to the wallAm F C I'd rather not hear - pretty music againG C If I can't hear your voice - on magnolia wind BreakC GF G C F C If I can't catch your scent, on a magnolia wind.
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Emmylou Harris
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