Текст песни Walker Hayes — Briefcase + аккорды для гитары
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[Chorus]
G C
[Verse 1]
G
I hated when dad picked up his briefcase
C G
'Cause that meant that he was leavin'
G/F# Em G
But I loved the sound that his keychain made
C G
When he got home in the evenin'
G
I was always sad, mom was always mad
C G
Most nights he showed up late
G/F# Em G
Set his briefcase down like it didn't weigh a pound
C G
No, I never understood the weight
G
But momma always left him a plate
[Verse 2]
G
Eighteen, said I'ma be anythin'
C G
But just like my old man
G/F# Em G
Sellin' houses to all those families
C G
While his family sat at home missin' him
G
Got sick of playin' ball gamеs watchin'
C G
All the other dads watch their kids
G/F# Em G C G
So I pickеd up a guitar case 'cause it wasn't square like his
[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 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 Em
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams we chase
C D G
I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from a briefcase
[Verse 3]
G
Well, momma cleaned, and daddy worked
C G
And I learned to play the guitar
G/F# Em G C G
On McGregor Court, that's how we coped with all our broken hearts
G
I know I held it against him
C G
Throwin' that baseball against his steps
G/F# Em G
But daddy never held it against me
C G
'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 Em
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams we chase
C D G
I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from a briefcase
[Bridge]
Em C
It's a blessing and a curse in this case I carry around
G D
Every time I pick it up, my kids say, "Daddy put it down"
Em C
And I see me in them, and I feel him in me
G D
Like the cats in the cradle and the apples in the trees
C D
And I just smile when somebody 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 hate nothin' at all like him
C
Yeah, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
D Em
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams we chase
C D G C G
I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from the briefcase