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Walker Hayes - Briefcase (feat. Lori McKenna)
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INTERPRETAÇÃO
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Vocal de apoio
Lori McKenna
Lori McKenna
Harmonias vocais
Kris Donegan
Kris Donegan
Violão
Tony Lucido
Tony Lucido
Baixo
David Dorn
David Dorn
Sintetizador
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Programação
Evan Hutchings
Evan Hutchings
Bateria
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Composição
Lori McKenna
Lori McKenna
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Walker Hayes
Walker Hayes
Produção
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Engenharia (mixagem)
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Produção
Nash Overstreet
Nash Overstreet
Produção
Brandon Hood
Brandon Hood
Engenharia (edição)
Trey Keller
Trey Keller
Engenharia (edição)
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Engenharia (gravação)
Lance Van Dyke
Lance Van Dyke
Engenharia (gravação)
Tofer Brown
Tofer Brown
Engenharia (gravação)
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Engenharia (masterização)

Letra

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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