Briefcase Walker Hayes

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[Zwrotka 1]
I hated when dFad picked up his briefcase
'Cause that mCeant that he was lFeavin'
[F/Gm]But I locved the sound that his keyFchain made
When he got hCome in the evFenin'
I was alFways sad, mom was always mad
Most niCghts he showed up lFate
[F/Gm]Set his bcriefcase down like it dFidn't weigh a pound
No, I neCver understood... the Fweight
But momma alFways left him a plate
[Zwrotka 2]
EighFteen, said I'ma be anythin'
But jCust like my old mFan
[F/Gm]Sellin' hcouses to all those fFamilies
While his faCmily sat at home missin' hFim
Got siFck of playin' ball gamеs watchin'
All the otCher dads watch their kFids
[F/Gm]So  cI pickеd up a guiFtar case 'cause it C  wasn't square like hFis
[Refren]
Now, I sCound like him, and I look like him
And I wFalk like him, and I talk like him
And I tFry to make my wife laugh
[F/Gm]When she's cmad 'cause I love my job like him
Now, I gCet it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between fFeedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams wec chase
I guess a guCitar doesn't fall tFoo far from a brFiefcase
[Zwrotka 3]
Well, mFomma cleaned, and daddy worked
And I leCarned to play the gFuitar
[F/Gm]On McGrcegor Court, that's hFow we coped with aCll our broken Fhearts
I kFnow I held it against him
Throwin' that bCaseball 'gainst his sFteps
[F/Gm]But dacddy never held it agaFinst me
'Cause I waCsn't a father yFet, not yet
[Refren]
Now, I sCound like him, and I look like him
And I wFalk like him, and I talk like him
And I tFry to make my kids laugh
[F/Gm]When they're csad and it's all my fault, like him
Now, I gCet it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between fFeedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams wec chase
I guess a guCitar doesn't fall tFoo far from a brFiefcase
[Mostek]
It's a blcessing and a curse in this cCase I carry 'round
Every tFime I pick it up, my kids say, "FaFddy put it down"
And cI see me in them, and CI feel him in me
Like the  F cats in the cradle and the Fapples in the trees
C   And I just smile when somebody Fsays
[Refren]
That I sCound like him, and I look like him
And I waFlk like him, and I talk like him
And I F  run to the f[F/Gm]ather when cI ain't nothin' at all like him
Yeah, I gCet it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between fFeedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams wec chase
I guess a gCuitar doesn't fall tFoo far from the Fbriefcase C  F 

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