作曲 : Walker Hayes/Lori McKenna 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 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 games watchin' All the other dads watch their kids So I picked up a guitar case 'cause it wasn't square like his 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 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 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 It's a blessing and a curse in this case I carry around Every time I pick it up, my kids say, "Daddy put it down" And I see me in them, and I feel him in me Like the cats in the cradle and the apples in the trees And I just smile when somebody says 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 hate 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
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Walker Hayes/Lori McKenna [00:05.43]I hated when dad picked up his briefcase [00:08.27]'Cause that meant that he was leavin' [00:11.05]But I loved the sound that his keychain made [00:13.94]When he got home in the evenin' [00:16.53]I was always sad, mom was always mad [00:19.27]Most nights he showed up late [00:21.90]Set his briefcase down like it didn't weigh a pound [00:24.79]No, I never understood the weight [00:28.67]But momma always left him a plate [00:32.80]Eighteen, said I'ma be anythin' [00:35.69]But just like my old man [00:38.08]Sellin' houses to all those families [00:40.81]While his family sat at home missin' him [00:43.65]Got sick of playin' ball games watchin' [00:46.34]All the other dads watch their kids [00:49.23]So I picked up a guitar case 'cause it wasn't square like his [00:55.89]Now, I sound like him, and I look like him [00:58.53]And I walk like him, and I talk like him [01:01.32]And I try to make my wife laugh [01:03.76]When she's mad 'cause I love my job like him [01:06.99]Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act [01:09.48]Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams we chase [01:17.59]I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from a briefcase [01:28.84]Well, momma cleaned, and daddy worked [01:31.33]And I learned to play the guitar [01:33.96]On McGregor Court, that's how we coped with all our broken hearts [01:39.59]I know I held it against him [01:41.88]Throwin' that baseball against his steps [01:44.91]But daddy never held it against me [01:47.45]'Cause I wasn't a father yet, not yet [01:51.53]Now, I sound like him, and I look like him [01:54.17]And I walk like him, and I talk like him [01:57.01]And I try to make my kids laugh [01:59.39]When they're sad and it's all my fault like him [02:02.48]Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act [02:05.12]Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams we chase [02:13.23]I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from a briefcase [02:21.44]It's a blessing and a curse in this case I carry around [02:26.87]Every time I pick it up, my kids say, "Daddy put it down" [02:32.49]And I see me in them, and I feel him in me [02:37.61]Like the cats in the cradle and the apples in the trees [02:44.13]And I just smile when somebody says [02:48.56]That I sound like him, and I look like him [02:51.25]And I walk like him, and I talk like him [02:53.94]And I run to the father when I hate nothin' at all like him [02:59.51]Yeah, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act [03:02.10]Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the dreams we chase [03:10.21]I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far from the briefcase
