Luke Bryan - Tackle Box

luke bryan – tackle bo

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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 .

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 .