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Guy Clarke sings this in Eb, the John Prine/Emmylou Harris version is in Db, so
transpose accordingly :)
CAPO 1 for Eb
D A
I'd rather sleep in a box like a bum on the street
G A
Than a fine feather bed without your little ol' cold feet
D A
And I'd rather be deaf, dumb, and stone blind
G A D
Than to know that your mornings will never be mine
(D) A
And I'd rather die young than to live without you
G A
I'd rather go hungry than eat lonesome stew
D A
You know it's once in a lifetime and it won't come again
G A D
It's here and it's gone on a magnolia wind
C G D
I'd rather not walk through the garden again
A D
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
Break:
D |A |G |A |
D |A |G A |D |
D A
Well if it ever comes time that it comes time to go
G A
Sis' pack up your fiddle, Sis' pack up your bow
D A
If I can't dance with you then I won't dance at all
G A D
I'll just sit this one out with my back to the wall
C G D
I'd rather not hear pretty music again
A D
If I can't hear your fiddle on a magnolia wind
A D
If I can't catch your scent on a magnolia wind
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