These days turn to church
Is something I don't have to do
I used to have to hang with dad
Wash his car and cut the grass
It took all day and I hated that
These days hoping dad is something I don't have to do
I get to wake up early
I get to go to work
Get to making all the sleeping
Put my hands down in the dirt
I get to hear grandma complain
About all the little lakes and things
But to rock my baby girl to sleep
Spend my weekends cold and literally
I get to
I used to have to say those words
You always seemed to say them first
I woke up and reached for you
I get to
I get to wake up early and I get to go to work
I get to I take an honest slip in
And put my hands down in the dirt
I get to hear grandma complain
About all the little aches and pains
I get to rock my baby girl to sleep
And put my weekends cold to italy
There's a lot of things I don't have to do
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 rock my baby and I get to have my dad
There's a lot of things I don't have to do