Luke Bryan - Tackle Box
Capo 1
Verse 1
It was [D]two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
It held [G]extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
With [A]his last name engraved in black,
[G]Right there by the handle on the top.[D]
I'd [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
To [G]lift the lid on that tackle box.[D]
Chorus 1
Cause I'd [G]sail with across the South Paci[D]fic.
Stand b[A]eside him on the bow of that battle ship.[D]
See him [G]kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord J[D]esus.
And watch him r[A]un to Grandma, cryin' on the do[Bm]ck.
He opened u[Em]p, every time he o[G]pened up
[A]That ole tackle box.[D]
Verse 2
He'd [D]bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
About [G]nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
[A]Pickup trucks and golden fields
[G]Long before this town knew blackto[D]p.
Chorus 2
I was almost ri[G]din' with him shotgun down those dirt roads[D]
[A]Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shi[D]ne
As he rac[G]ed his buddies down through Mason Hol[D]ler
[A]Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up r[Bm]ocks
He opened u[Em]p every time he o[G]pened up
[A]That ole tackle box[D].
Bridge
[Bm]He's been gone twenty years tomor[G]row
But [D]I'm still holdin' on to one more wi[A]sh
That [Bm]God above would let be borrow [G]Grandpa
For [D]one more afternoon[G] and one more [A]fish.
Chorus 1
Cause I'd [G]sail with across the South Paci[D]fic.
Stand bes[A]ide him on the bow of that battle sh[D]ip.
See him k[G]iss the ground and thank the Good Lord J[D]esus.
And watch him r[A]un to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.[Bm]
He opened u[Em]p, every time he o[G]pened up
[A]That ole tackle box.[D]
Outro
Everything he lov[Em]ed, he kept lo[G]cked up
[A]In that ole tackle box.[D]
It was [D]two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
Capo 1
Verse 1
It was [D]two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
It held [G]extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
With [A]his last name engraved in black,
[G]Right there by the handle on the top.[D]
I'd [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
To [G]lift the lid on that tackle box.[D]
Chorus 1
Cause I'd [G]sail with across the South Paci[D]fic.
Stand b[A]eside him on the bow of that battle ship.[D]
See him [G]kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord J[D]esus.
And watch him r[A]un to Grandma, cryin' on the do[Bm]ck.
He opened u[Em]p, every time he o[G]pened up
[A]That ole tackle box.[D]
Verse 2
He'd [D]bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
About [G]nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
[A]Pickup trucks and golden fields
[G]Long before this town knew blackto[D]p.
Chorus 2
I was almost ri[G]din' with him shotgun down those dirt roads[D]
[A]Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shi[D]ne
As he rac[G]ed his buddies down through Mason Hol[D]ler
[A]Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up r[Bm]ocks
He opened u[Em]p every time he o[G]pened up
[A]That ole tackle box[D].
Bridge
[Bm]He's been gone twenty years tomor[G]row
But [D]I'm still holdin' on to one more wi[A]sh
That [Bm]God above would let be borrow [G]Grandpa
For [D]one more afternoon[G] and one more [A]fish.
Chorus 1
Cause I'd [G]sail with across the South Paci[D]fic.
Stand bes[A]ide him on the bow of that battle sh[D]ip.
See him k[G]iss the ground and thank the Good Lord J[D]esus.
And watch him r[A]un to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.[Bm]
He opened u[Em]p, every time he o[G]pened up
[A]That ole tackle box.[D]
Outro
Everything he lov[Em]ed, he kept lo[G]cked up
[A]In that ole tackle box.[D]
It was [D]two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
