was always sad, mom was always mad
Most nights he showed up late
Set his briefcase down like it
No, I never understood the weight
But momma always left him a plate
Eighteen, said I'ma be anythin'
Sellin' houses to all those fam ilies
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
And I walk like him and I talk like him
And I try to make my wife laugh
Now, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the
I guess a guitar doesn't fall too far
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
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
I guess a guitar doesn't fall
It's a blessing and a curse
Every time I pick it up, my kids say,
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
Yeah, I get it dad, it's a jugglin' act
Between feedin' the kids and feedin' the
I guess a guitar doesn't fall
too far from the briefcase
