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A Poor Man’s Gold Songtext
von Mac Davis

A Poor Man’s Gold Songtext

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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