Lyrics:

He's three-feet tall and four years old,
An' still believes I can do no wrong.
When I get home at five o'clock,
He's waitin with that Cowboys jersey on.
I laugh 'cause he's just like his Dad.
He'll miss the ball an' he'll get mad:
Thinks when he grows up, he'll catch 'em all.
Then I get down on my knees an' tell him:
'Sometimes, even Daddies drop the ball.'

It's times like these that I realise they don't stay little long.
You blink your eyes an' turn around,
Before you know it, they're grown up an' gone.
I've been takin' time for granted,
Now I'm gonna take advantage,
Of every golden opportunity.
Make the most of every moment,
While we still have times like these.

I could go to work this Saturday,
Lord knows, that I could use the overtime.
But I'll be sittin' there, behind home plate,
Cheerin' on that little man of mine.
Yeah, the extra pay would sure be nice,
But it's worth any sacrifice,
To see my little slugger's first at bat.
An' when he looks up in the stands an' sees me:
Man, you can't put a price on that.

It's times like these that I realise they don't stay little long.
You blink your eyes an' turn around,
Before you know it, they're grown up an' gone.
I been takin' time for granted,
Now I'm gonna take advantage,
Of every golden opportunity.
Make the most of every moment,
While we still have times like these.

I've been takin' time for granted,
Now I'm gonna take advantage,
Of every golden opportunity.
Make the most of every moment,
While we still have times like these.
Thank God for times like these.