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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Walker Hayes
Begleitgesang
Lori McKenna
Harmoniegesang
Kris Donegan
Akustische Gitarre
Tony Lucido
Bass
Sol Philcox-Littlefield
E-Gitarre
David Dorn
Synthesizer
Justin Niebank
Programmierung
Evan Hutchings
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Walker Hayes
Songwriter:in
Lori McKenna
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Walker Hayes
Produzent:in
Justin Niebank
Mischtechniker:in
Shane McAnally
Produzent:in
Nash Overstreet
Produzent:in
Brandon Hood
Schnitttechniker:in
Trey Keller
Schnitttechniker:in
Drew Bollman
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Lance Van Dyke
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Tofer Brown
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Joe LaPorta
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paroles
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
18, 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
Writer(s): Lori Mckenna, Walker Hayes
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