[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 didnt 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 Ima 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 gams watchin All the other dads watch their kids So I pickd up a guitar case cause it wasnt 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 shes mad cause I love my job like him Now, I get it dad, its a jugglin act Between feedin the kids and feedin the dreams we chase I guess a guitar doesnt fall too far from a briefcase [Verse 3 Walker Hayes with Lori McKenna] Well, momma cleaned, and daddy worked And I learned to play the guitar On McGregor Court, thats 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 wasnt a father yet, not yet [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 kids laugh When theyre sad and its all my fault like him Now, I get it dad, its a jugglin act Between feedin the kids and feedin the dreams we chase I guess a guitar doesnt fall too far from a briefcase [Bridge Walker Hayes with Lori McKenna] Its a blessing and a curse, in this case, I carry around walker Every time I pick it up, my kids say, Daddy put it down, Walker And I see me in them, and I feel him in me walker Like the cats in the cradle and the apples in the trees And I just smile when somebody says [Outro Walker Hayes with Lori McKenna] 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 aint nothin at all like him Yeah, I get it dad, its a jugglin act Between feedin the kids and feedin the dreams we chase I guess a guitar doesnt fall too far from the briefcase
mckenna, lori, walker, hayes, feedin