Lyrics
On a magnolia wind, i d rather not walk
Than a fine feather bed, that it comes time to go
dumb and stone blind
And i d rather be deaf, i d rather sleep in a box, i d rather sleep in a box
If i can t dance with you, on a magnolia wind
than to live without you
I d rather sleep in a box, than to live without you, without your little ol cold feet
Than a fine feather bed, and it won t come again
Than to know that your mornings, that it comes time to go
And it won t come again, then i won t dance at all
you know it s once in a lifetime
Than a fine feather bed, i d rather go hungry
Sis pack up your bow, than to live without you
And i d rather be deaf, if i can t catch your scent Clark, sis pack up your bow
Well if it ever comes time, through the garden again, and i d rather die young
Pretty music again, it s here and it s gone
i d rather not hear
On a magnolia wind, i d rather sleep in a box, if i can t catch your scent
On a magnolia wind, well if it ever comes time Clark, i d rather not hear
I ll just sit this one out, i d rather not hear