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
Than To Eat Lonesome Stew
You Know It?S Once In A Lifetime
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
Sis Pack Up Your Fiddle
Sis Pack Up Your Bow
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