[Verse]
I'd rather sleep in a box
Like a bum on the street
Than a fine feather bed
Without your little old 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
And I'd rather go hungry
Than 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

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

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

I'd rather not hear
Pretty music again
If I can't catch your fiddle
On a magnolia wind

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