Briefcase

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[Verse 1]
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I hated when dad picked up his 
briefcase
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'Cause that meant that he was 
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leavin'
G/F#    Em                  
But I loved the sound that his 
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keychain made
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When he got home in the evenin'
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I was always sad, mom was always mad
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Most nights he showed up late
G/F#     Em                 
Set his briefcase down like it 
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didn't weigh a pound
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No, I never understood... the weight
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But momma always left him a plate


[Verse 2]
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Eighteen, said I'ma be anythin'
     C                G
But just like my old man
G/F#     Em                  D
Sellin' houses to all those families
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While his family sat at home 
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missin' him
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Got sick of playin' ball gamеs 
watchin'
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All the other dads watch their kids
G/F# Em               D    
So   I pickеd up a guitar case 
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'cause it   wasn't square like his
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[Chorus]
        C
Now, I sound like him, and I look 
like him
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And I walk like him, and I talk like
 him
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And I try to make my wife laugh
G/F#       Em
When she's mad 'cause I love my job 
like him
        C
Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' 
act
         D                         
Between feedin' the kids and 
               Em
feedin' the dreams we   chase
            C                  D  
I guess a guitar doesn't fall too 
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far from a briefcase


[Verse 3]
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Well, momma cleaned, and daddy 
worked
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And I learned to play the guitar
G/F#   Em                  D    
On McGregor Court, that's how we
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 coped with all our broken hearts
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I know I held it against him
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Throwin' that baseball 'gainst his 
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steps
G/F#  Em                   D
But daddy never held it against me
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'Cause I wasn't a father yet, not 
yet


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


[Bridge]
         Em                        
It's a blessing and a curse in this
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 case I carry 'round
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Every time I pick it up, my kids 
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say, "Daddy put it down"
    Em                    C
And I see me in them, and I feel him
 in me
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Like the   cats in the cradle and 
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the apples in the trees
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   And I just smile when somebody 
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says


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