Put you first

Used truck

Two car seats

French fries on my floor

Work boots by the front door

Late notice on the drawer

Coach called

Said stay late

Overtime on the line

But T-ball starts at seven

So I hung up that grind

You ride front seat

My dreams ride back burner

Every fork in the road

You’re the turn I prefer

Might not have much

But I’m rich when I hold ya

Yeah I’d trade any plan

Any pride

Any dollar

To put you first

Every time it hurts

I still put you first

Your mama said it first

Storm blew through this house

I learned how to braid your hair

Learned what being “strong” allows

Boss man shook his head

“Son

You’re late again”

I said

“There’s homework on that table

And he needs his old man”

You ride front seat

My dreams ride back burner

Every fork in the road

You’re the turn I prefer

Might not have much

But I’m rich when I hold ya

Yeah I’d trade any plan

Any pride

Any dollar

To put you first

Every time it hurts

I still put you first (oh, I put you first)

One day you’ll ask me

“What’d you ever want to be?”

I’ll point at your scraped-up knees

Say

“Right here

This was the dream”

You ride front seat

My dreams ride back burner

Every fork in the road

You’re the turn I prefer (I prefer)

Might not have much

But I’m rich when I hold ya (when I hold ya)

Yeah I’d trade any plan

Any pride

Any dollar

To put you first

Every time it hurts

I still put you first

Yeah

I’ll always put you first