They used to make me go to church
Clip on tie and starchy shirt
I never heard the preachers 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
Till his heart attack last June
These days helping Dad
Is something I don't have to do
I get to
And 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 little aches and pains
I get to rock my baby girl to sleep
Spend my weekends coaching little league
Yeah, 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
Then 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