Briefcase Walker Hayes (Ft. 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