Karaoké Magnolia Wind Emmylou Harris & John Prine

I'd rather sleep in a box

Like a bum on the street

Than a fine feathered 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

And I'd rather die young

Than to 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

And I'd rather not walk

Rather not walk through the garden again through the garden again

If I can't catch your scent

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

If it ever comes time

That it comes time to go

Pack up your fiddles

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

And I'd rather not hear

Rather not hear pretty music again pretty music again

If I can't catch your voice

If I can't catch your voice on a magnolia wind on a magnolia wind

If I can't catch your scent

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