文本歌词

Briefcase(feat. Lori McKenna) - Walker Hayes/Lori McKenna
Composed by：Walker Hayes/Lori McKenna
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 games watchin'
All the other dads watch their kids
So I picked 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
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 hate 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