They used to make me go to church
Clip on tie, starchy shirt
I never heard the preacher’s words
All slouched down in that pew
These days goin to church is something I don’t have to do
I get to

I used to have to hang with dad
Wash his car and cut the grass
It took all day and I hated that
Til his heart attack last June
These days helping dad is something I don’t have to do
I get to
I get to

I get to wake up early
And I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living with my hands down in the dirt
I get to hear grandma complain
about all her little aches and pains
I get to rock my baby girl to sleep, spend my weekends coachin’ little league
there’s a lot of things I don’t have to do
I get to

I used to have to say those words
You always seemed to say em first
And I dreamed one night you left this earth
And I woke up and reached for you
Now I realize I don’t have to say I love you
I get to
I get to

I get to wake up early
And I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living with my hands down in the dirt
I get to hear grandma complain
about all her little aches and pains
I get to rock my baby girl to sleep, spend my weekends coachin’ little league
there’s a lot of things I don’t have to do
I get to