(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.