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(Merle Haggard)
I don't like to think about tomorrow,
When you're right here beside me today.
We never speak of future plans;
I know you're a ramblin' man,
But no-one is gonna love you better.
We might not share those golden years together.
Is there really something called forever?
And if we don't break through the storm,
I know someone'll keep you warm,
But no-one is gonna love you better.
We can't change what's meant to be,
Where the wind will blow the seas.
But your love is growing like the wheat.
And I don't care what people say,
And if we go our sepearte ways,
No-one is gonna love you better.
We might not share those golden years together.
Guess there really something called forever?
If we don't break through the storm,
I know someone will keep you warm,
But no-one is gonna love you better.
Oh, but no-one,
No-one,
Id gonna love you better.