Аккорды Walker Hayes - Briefcase (feat. Lori McKenna)

[Chorus]
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[Verse 1]
              G
I hated when dad picked up his briefcase
             C                 G
'Cause that meant that he was leavin'
G/F#    Em                        G
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                      G
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                      G
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               G              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                  G                 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 against his steps
G/F#  Em                        G
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 around
       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 hate 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