They used to make me go to church
clip-on tie, starchy shirt
I never heard the preachers words
all scrouched down in that pew
these days goin’ to church
is somethin’ 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
till his heart attack last June
these days helpin’ dad 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 her
little aches and pain
I get to rock my baby girl to sleep
spend my weekends coaching 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
but I dreamt one night you’d left this earth
and I woke up and reached for you
now I realized I don’t have to say I love you
I get to
oh baby, I get to
I get to wake up early
and I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living
and put my hands down in the dirt
I get to hear grandma complain
about all her little aches and pain
I get to rock my baby girl to sleep
spend my weekends coaching little league
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
and I get to go to work
there’s a lot of things I don’t have to do
I get to
I get to rock my baby
and I get to help my dad
there’s a lot of things I don’t have to do
I get to
