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I'd rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street |
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Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet |
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And I'd rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind |
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Than to know that your mornings will never be mine |
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And I'd rather die young than to live without you |
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I'd rather go hungry than eat lonesome stew |
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You know it's once in a lifetime and it won't come again |
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It's here and it's gone on a magnolia wind |
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I'd rather not walk through the garden again |
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If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind |
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Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go |
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Sis' pack up your fiddle, Sis' pack up your bow |
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If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all |
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I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall |
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I'd rather not hear pretty music again |
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If I can't hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind |
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If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind |