They used to make me go to church
Clip-on tie and starchy 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 the 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 wake up early
And I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living
Put my hands down in the dirt
And I get to hear Grandma complain
About all her littlе aches and pains
I get to rock my baby girl to sleep
Spend my weekеnds 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 seem to say them 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

Well, I get to wake up early
And I get to go to work
I get to make an honest living
Put my hands down in the dirt
Well, 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 coaching little league
There's a lot of things I don't have to do
Yeah, there's a lot of things
That I don't have to do
I get to