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
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Jeff & Sheri Easter Lyrics – I Get To