I Get To - The Oak Ridge Boys

They used to make me go to church

Clip on tie, starch the shirt

I never heard the preacher’s words

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

Till his heart attack last June

These days helping dad is something

I don’t have to do, I get to, I get to

I get to wake up early

I get to go to work

I get to make an honest living

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

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 seemed to say them first

I dreamed one night you left this earth

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