Lyrics Things dads do Thomas Rhett

Things dads do

He'll make you mow the grass and do it for free
When you think you're done he'll say rake the leaves
He'll say it builds character but it's 90 degrees
You'll cuss him under your breath
He won't let?you?quit?your football team
Or?hang with the?kid who lives down the street
'Cause he heard he smokes dope and got holes in his jeans
Lookin' back he was right, I guess
Things dads do

Act like he does when he don't have a clue and I know it seems
Like he's flying by the seat of his outa style jeans
You'll get embarrassed when he ruins your cool
When he pulls out his camera on your first day of school
And that's just a few of things dads do

He hands you the keys to a hand-me-down truck
And take 'em right back when you tear it up
On your first broken heart he'll say son, tell you what
Let's talk it out over a beer
And when you get married he'll be your best man
Pay for the booze and a bad cover band
And he'll give a long speech and say this was God's plan
And try not to cry but he will
Things dads do

Give you his old recliner for your new living room and he'll call too much
And out of the blue without asking to show up he'll give you advise about your career
And complain and ask why your fridge is full of weird beer
That's just a few of things dads do
Things dads do

Sit in the waitin' room chewing Red Man
'Till the doctor comes out and says y'all come on in
He'll say she looks perfect then and shake your hand and say now you'll understand
Things dads do

You'll think it's crazy 'till you're one too and you'll lose your mind
In a couple of years sleepin' just three months time
Next thing you know one's five and one's three
And one's almost one and she's cuttin' her teeth
And you're in his shoes
And you're startin' to do more than a few things dads do