Tackle Box

luke bryan - tackle bo xcapo 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 . 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 .