Poor Man's Gold letra

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.

Mac Davis - Letras

• Baby Don't Get Hooked On Me
• Baby Don’t Get Hooked On Me
• Beginning To Feel The Pain
• Bestest Friend
• Biff, The Friendly, Purple Bear
• Dream Me Home
• Forever Lovers
• Hooked On Music
• I Believe in Music
• In the Ghetto
• It's Hard To Be Humble
• Let's Keep It That Way
• Oh Lord It`s Hard To Be Humble
• One Hell Of A Woman
• Poor Boy Boogie
• Poor Man's Gold
• Rex Allen
• Rock And Roll I Gave The Best Years Of My Life
• Somethings Burning
• Stop and Smell the Roses
• Texas In My Rear View Mirror
• Watching Scotty Grow
• Whoever Finds This I Love You
• Your Side Of The Bed