Luke Bryan - Tackle Box
Capo 1
Verse 1
D
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
G
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
A
With his last name engraved in black,
G D
Right there by the handle on the top.
D
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon.
G
Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'.
A
I could hardly wait for him
G D
To lift the lid on that tackle box.
Chorus 1
G D
Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
A D
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
G D
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
A Bm
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
Em G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Verse 2
D
He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
G
About nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
A
Pickup trucks and golden fields
G D
Long before this town knew blacktop.
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Chorus 2
G D
I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads
A D
Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine
G D
As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler
A Bm
Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks
Em G
He opened up every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Bridge
Bm G
He's been gone twenty years tomorrow
D A
But I'm still holdin' on to one more wish
Bm G
That God above would let be borrow Grandpa
D G A
For one more afternoon and one more fish.
Chorus 1
G D
Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
A D
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
G D
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
A Bm
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
Em G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Outro
Em G
Everything he loved, he kept locked up
A D
In that ole tackle box.
D
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
