They used to make me go to church
Clip on tongue, starch your shirt
I never heard the preacher's words
All slouched down in that pew
These days going to church
is something I don't have to do
I get to
I used to have to hang with Dad
Wash his car, cut the grass
It took all day and I hated that
Till his heart attack last year
These days helping daddy's
something I don't have to do
I get to, I get to
I get to wake up early
I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living
Put my hands down in the dirt
I get to hear grandma complain
About all the little aches and pains
Get to rock my baby girl to sleep
Spend my evenings coaching
little deeks
There's a lot of things
I don't have to do
Oh, I get to do
Listen
I used to have to say those words
You always seemed to say them first
I dreamed one night you left this earth
Then I woke and reached for you
Now I realize I don't have to say
I love you
I get to
Oh yes, I do
I get to wake up early
I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living
Put my hands down in the dirt
I get to hear
Grandma complain
about all her little aches and pains
Get to rock my baby girl to sleep
Spend my evenings coaching
little leagues
There's a lot of things
I don't have to do
Oh, there's a lot of things
I don't have to do
I get to, I get to,
I get to wake up early,
I get to go to church,
there's a lot of things
There's don't have to do
I get to love my baby
And I get to help my dad
There's a lot of things I don't have to do
Well, I get to
Yeah I'll you, I'll get you,
I'll get you, I'll you you