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 realize 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 realize 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
Compositores: Vip Vipperman, J.b. Rudd, Leslie Lee Jr Jewell (Jewell) ECAD: Obra #1751879