Poor Mans Gold It's the feeling that 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 hearin' people say he looks 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. Tellin' tales to the kids that get taller every time they're told. And it's knowin' that for a while he's no lo ...