Chord Briefcase by Walker Hayes

Chorus G G Verse 1 G I hated when dad picked up his briefcase C G 'Cause that meant that he was leavin' G/F# Em D 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 D 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 D 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 D 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 D 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 '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 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 '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 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 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 C D G C G I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from the briefcase