(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.