Briefcase chords and lyrics - LORI MCKENNA AND WALKER HAYES

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[Verse 1]
[G]I hated when dad picked
up his briefcase
'Cause that [C]meant that he was leavin'
[G]But I lov[Em]ed the sou[G]nd that his
keychain made
When he [C]got home in the evenin'
[G]I

[Verse 2]
was always sad, mom was always mad
Most [C]nights he showed up [G]late
Set [Em]his briefcase down like it
[G]didn't weigh a pound
No, I [C]never understood the [G]weight
But momma [C]always left him a [G]plate

[Verse 3]
Eighteen, [G]said I'ma be anythin'
But [C]just like my old [G]man
Sellin' [Em]houses to all those [D]families
While his [C]family sat
at home miss[G]in' him
Got sick of playin' ball games watchin'
All [C]the other dads watch their [G]kids
[Em]So I picked up a gui[D]tar case 'cause
it [C]wasn't square like [G]his
Now, I [C]sound like him

[Verse 4]
and I look like him
And I [D]walk like him and I talk like him
And I [G]try to make my wife laugh
When she's [Em]mad 'cause
I love my job like him
Now, I [C]get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between [D]feedin' the kids and feedin' the
[Bm]dreams we [Em]chase
I guess a [C]guitar doesn't fall [D]too far
from a [G]briefcase

[Verse 5]
Well, momma cleaned [G]and daddy worked
And I [C]learned to play the gui[G]tar
[Em]On McGregor Court, that's ho[D]w we
coped with [C]all our broken [G]hearts
I know I held it against him
Throwin' that [C]baseball against his [G]steps
But [Em]daddy never held it [D]against me
'Cause I [C]wasn't a father [G]yet, not yet
Now, I [C]sound like him and I look like him And I

[Verse 6]
[D]
walk like him and I talk like him
And I [G]try to make my kids laugh
When they're [Em]sad
and it's all my fault like him
Now, I [C]get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between [D]feedin' the kids and feedin' the
dreams we [Em]chase
[D]I guess a [C]guitar doesn't fall
[D]too far from a [G]briefcase
It's a [Em]blessing and a curse

[Verse 7]
in
this [C]case I carry around
Every [G]time I pick it up, my kids say,
"Daddy [D]put it down"
And [Em]I see me in them an
[C]d I feel him in me
Like the [G]cats in the cradle
and [D]the apples in the trees
[C]And I just smile when somebody say[D]s
That I [C]sound like him and I look like him And I

[Verse 8]
[D]
walk like him and I talk like him
And I [G]run to the father [Em]when I hate
nothin' at all like him
Yeah, I [C]get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between [D]feedin' the kids and feedin' the
dreams we [Em]chase
[D]I guess a [C]guitar doesn't fall
[D]too far from the [G]briefcase[C]