Briefcase (feat. Lori McKenna)

Verse 1 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 Verse 2: Walker Hayes with Lori McKenna 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 Chorus:: Walker Hayes & Lori McKenna 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 Verse 3: Walker Hayes with Lori McKenna 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 Chorus:: Walker Hayes & Lori McKenna 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 Bridge: Walker Hayes with Lori McKenna It's a blessing and a curse, in this case, I carry around walker Every time I pick it up, my kids say, Daddy put it down, Walker And I see me in them, and I feel him in me walker Like the cats in the cradle and the apples in the trees And I just smile when somebody says Outro: Walker Hayes with Lori McKenna 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