Luke Bryan – Tackle Box (Guitar)

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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.

   A        Em          D/F# 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 peanut 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

   A       Em           D/F#  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  (Bb)
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.

   A       Em           D/F#  G
He opened up, every time he opened up

A                D
That ole tackle box.
[Outro]
                 Em     D/F#     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.