Briefcase

Walker Hayes

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    I hated when dad picked up his briefcase
    'Cause that meant that he was leavin'
    But I loved the sound that his keychain made
    When he got home in the evenin'

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

    Eighteen, said I'ma be anythin'
    But just like my old man
    Sellin' houses to all those families
    While his family sat at home missin' him

    Got sick of playin' ball gamеs watchin'
    All the other dads watch their kids
    So I pickеd up a guitar case
    'Cause it wasn't square like his

    Now, I sound like him, and I look like him
    And I walk like him, and I talk like him
    And I try to make my wife laugh
    When she's mad 'cause I love my job, like him

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    Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
    Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams, we chase
    I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from a briefcase

    Well, momma cleaned, and daddy worked
    And I learned to play the guitar
    On McGregor Court, that's how we coped
    With all our broken hearts

    I know I held it against him
    Throwin' that baseball against his steps
    But daddy never held it against me
    'Cause I wasn't a father yet, not yet

    Now, I sound like him, and I look like him
    And I walk like him, and I talk like him
    And I try to make my kids laugh
    When they're sad and it's all my fault, like him

    Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
    Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams, we chase
    I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from a briefcase

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

    That I sound like him, and I look like him
    And I walk like him, and I talk like him
    And I run to the father when I ain't nothin' at all, like him

    Yeah, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
    Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams, we chase
    I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from the briefcase

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