| They used to make me go to church
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| Clip on tie, starch the shirt
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| I never heard the preacher’s words
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| Slouched down in that pew
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| These days going to church
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| Is something I don’t have to do, I get to
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| I used to have to hang with dad
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| Wash his car and cut the grass
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| It took all day and I hated that
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| Till his heart attack last June
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| These days helping dad is something
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| I don’t have to do, I get to, I get to
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| I get to wake up early
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| I get to go to work
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| I get to make an honest living
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| Put my hands down in the dirt
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| I get hear grandma complain
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| About all her little aches and pains
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| I get to rock my baby girl to sleep
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| Spend my weekends coaching little league
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| There’s a lot of things I don’t have to do
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| I get to
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| I used to have to say those words
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| You always seemed to say them first
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| I dreamed one night you left this earth
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| I woke up and reached for you
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| Now I realize I don’t have to say, «I love you»
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| I get to, I get to |