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[Verse 1]
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It's the feeling I get, looking down at my brand new baby.
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Holding on to Daddy's thumb, just as tightly as he can hold.
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And it's hearing people say, he looks alot like his daddy.
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These things are a poor man's gold.

[Verse 2]
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It's the twinkle in the eyes, of the gray haired old man we call grandpa.
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Telling tales to the kids, that get taller every time they're told.
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And it's knowing that for awhile, he's no longer lonely.
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These things are a poor man's gold.

[Verse 3]
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It's the smell of honeysuckle, in the springtime.
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It's the silence of a freshly, fallen snow.
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It's the sound of children, laughing in the sunshine.
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It's a crisp Autumn night, with a million stars all aglow.

[Verse 4]
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And it's the sweet, sleepy sound, of your warm and gentle breathing.
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As you cling to me in the night, to keep away the cold.
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And it's the softness of your body, there in the darkness.
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These things are a poor man's gold.

[Outro]
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Honey, these precious things; are a poor man's  -  gold.