Briefcase

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I hated when dad picked up his briefcase
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'Cause that meant that he was leavin'
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But I loved the sound that his keychain made
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When he got home in the evenin'
        G
I was always sad, mom was always mad
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Most nights he showed up late
G/F#     Em                     D
Set his briefcase down like it didn't weigh a pound
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No, I never understood... the weight
            G
But momma always left him a plate

    G
Eighteen, said I'ma be anythin'
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But just like my old man
G/F#     Em                  D
Sellin' houses to all those families
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While his family sat at home missin' him
      G
Got sick of playin' ball gamеs watchin'
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All the other dads watch their kids
G/F# Em               D                  C                     G
So   I pickеd up a guitar case 'cause it   wasn't square like his

        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
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I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from a briefcase

       G
Well, momma cleaned, and daddy worked
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And I learned to play the guitar
G/F#   Em                  D                 C             G
On McGregor Court, that's how we coped with all our broken hearts
   G
I know I held it against him
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Throwin' that baseball 'gainst his steps
G/F#  Em                   D
But daddy never held it against me
           C              G
'Cause I wasn't a father yet, not yet

        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

         Em                          C
It's a blessing and a curse in this case I carry 'round
       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
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   And I just smile when somebody says

        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 ain't 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
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I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from the briefcase

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