Briefcaseによるコード
Lori Mckenna And Walker Hayes
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キー: B major

Verse 1
G G 
 
I hated when dad picked
up his briefcase
C C 
 
'Cause that meant that he was leavin'
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
G G 
 
But I loved the sound that his
keychain made
C C 
 
When he got home in the evenin'
G G 
 
I

Verse 2
was always sad, mom was always mad
C C 
 
G G 
 
Most nights he showed up late
Em Em 
 
Set his briefcase down like it
G G 
 
didn't weigh a pound
C C 
 
G G 
 
No, I never understood the weight
C C 
 
G G 
 
But momma always left him a plate

Verse 3
G G 
 
Eighteen, said I'ma be anythin'
C C 
 
G G 
 
But just like my old man
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
Sellin' houses to all those families
C C 
 
While his family sat
G G 
 
at home missin' him
Got sick of playin' ball games watchin'
C C 
 
G G 
 
All the other dads watch their kids
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
So I picked up a guitar case 'cause
C C 
 
G G 
 
it wasn't square like his
C C 
 
Now, I sound like him

Verse 4
and I look like him
D D 
 
And I walk like him and I talk like him
G G 
 
And I try to make my wife laugh
Em Em 
 
When she's mad 'cause
I love my job like him
C C 
 
Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
D D 
 
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the
Bm Bm 
 
Em Em 
 
dreams we chase
C C 
 
D D 
 
I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far
G G 
 
from a briefcase

Verse 5
G G 
 
Well, momma cleaned and daddy worked
C C 
 
G G 
 
And I learned to play the guitar
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
On  McGregor Court, that's how we
C C 
 
G G 
 
coped with all our broken hearts
I know I held it against him
C C 
 
G G 
 
Throwin' that baseball against his steps
Em Em 
 
D D 
 
But daddy never held it against me
C C 
 
G G 
 
'Cause I wasn't a father yet, not yet
C C 
 
Now, I sound like him and I look like him And I

Verse 6
D D 
 
walk like him and I talk like him
G G 
 
And I try to make my kids laugh
Em Em 
 
When they're sad
and it's all my fault like him
C C 
 
Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
D D 
 
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the
Em Em 
 
dreams we chase
D D 
 
C C 
 
I guess a guitar doesn't fall
D D 
 
G G 
 
too far from a briefcase
Em Em 
 
It's a blessing and a curse

Verse 7
in
C C 
 
this case I carry around
G G 
 
Every time I pick it up, my kids say,
D D 
 
"Daddy put it down"
Em Em 
 
And I see me in them an
C C 
 
d I feel him in me
G G 
 
Like the cats in the cradle
D D 
 
and the apples in the trees
C C 
 
D D 
 
And I just smile when somebody says
C C 
 
That I sound like him and I look like him And I

Verse 8
D D 
 
walk like him and I talk like him
G G 
 
Em Em 
 
And I run to the father when I hate
nothin' at all like him
C C 
 
Yeah, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
D D 
 
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the
Em Em 
 
dreams we chase
D D 
 
C C 
 
I guess a guitar doesn't fall
D D 
 
G G 
 
C C 
 
too far from the briefcase