Lyrics:

They used to make me go to church,
Clip on tie, starch the 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, 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, I get to.

I get to wake up early.
I get to go to work.
I get to make an honest living to 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.
Theres a lot of things I don't have to do.
I get to. Yes I do.

I used to have to say those words,
you always seemed to say them first,
I dreamt 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.
Oh baby, I get to.

I get to wake up early.
I get to go to work.
I get to make an honest living to 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.
Theres a lot of things I don't have to do.
Oh theres a lot of things I don't have to do.
I get to.
I, 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 rock my baby, and I get to help my dad.
Theres a lot of things I don't have to do.
I get to.