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A Poor Man's Gold – Mac Davis

It's the feeling I get looking down at my brand new baby
Holding on to Daddy's thumb just as tightly as he can hold
And it's hearing people say he looks alot like his daddy
These things are a poor man's gold

It's the twinkle in the eyes of the gray haired old man we call Grandpa
Telling tales to the kids that get taller every time they're told
And it's knowing that for awhile he's no longer lonely
These things are a poor man's gold

It's the smell of honeysuckle in the springtime
It's the silence of a freshly fallen snow
It's the sound of children laughing in the sunshine
It's a crisp Autumn night with a million stars all aglow

It's the sweet, sleepy sound of your warm and gentle breathing
As you cling to me in the night to keep away the cold
And it's the softness of your body there in the darkness
These things are a poor man's gold

Honey, these precious things are a poor man's gold

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