They used to make me go to church
Clip on tie, starch the shirt
I never heard the preacher's words
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 and cut the grass

It took all day and I hated that
Till 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
I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living
Put my hands down in the dirt

I get hear grandma complain
About all her little aches and pains
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 them first
I dreamed one night you left this earth
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