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Guy Clark
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Magnolia Wind
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, dumb and stone blind Than to know that your mornings will never be mine
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, well, then I won't dance at all I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'd rather not hear pretty music again If I can't catch your fiddle on a magnolia wind
I'd rather die young than to live without you I'd rather go hungry than to eat lonesome stew It's once in a lifetime and it won't come again Now 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 If I can't catch your fiddle on a magnolia wind
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