N/C I’D Rather Sleep In A Box Like A Bum On The Street Than A Fine Feathered Bed Without You Little Ol’ Cold Feet I Rather Be Deaf Dumb And Stone Blind Than To Know That Your Mornings Can Never Be Mine 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 I’D Rather Not Walk Through The Garden Again If I Can’T Catch Your Scent On A Magnolia Wind If It Ever Comes Time Well It Comes Time To Go Sis Pack Up Your Fiddle 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 I’D Rather Not Hear Pretty Music Again If I Can’T Catch Your Fiddle On A Magnolia Wind If I Can’T Catch Your Scent On A Magnolia Wind