Luke Bryan – Tackle Box (Guitar)
Capo 2
Key
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Chords
[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.