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.