capo 3 [C]I'd rather sleep in a box Like a bum on the [G]street Than a fine feathered [F]bed Without you little ol' cold [C]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 live without you And 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 {c: chorus} {soc} [C]I'd rather not (B]walk Through the [C]garden again If I can't catch your [G]scent On a magnolia [C]wind {eoc} So if it ever comes time That it comes time to go Sis pack up your fiddle Sis pack up your bow And 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 {c: chorus} {soc} [C]I'd rather not [B]hear Pretty music [C]again If I can't catch your [G]fiddle On a magnolia [C]wind If I can't catch your [G]scent On a magnolia [C]wind {eoc} [Thanks to Tom, Chaya for corrections]