Those Things Money Can't Buy - Hank Thompson

Now if I was a millionaire I’d be poor and I’ll tell you why

Your eyes your lips and your hair those things money can’t buy

I could own a ship on the sea or a plane that flies through the sky

But the kisses you once gave to me those things money can’t buy

When my journey on earth is through and I stand at the gate in the sky

Thinking of those days we once knew those things money can’t buy

Those things money can’t buy are treasures I’ll cherrish till I die

Your arms your smile and your sigh those things money can’t buy