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Luke Bryan( Thomas Luther Bryan )
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Tackle Box
Lyricist:Luke Bryan, Joseph Doyle
It was two shades of brown, scratched up plastic It held extra line, lures, hooks and matches And his last name engraved in brass Right there by the handle on the top
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin' And I could hardly wait for him To lift the lid on that tackle box
'Cause I'd sail with him across the South Pacific Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus And watch him run to grandma cryin' on the docks He opened up, every time he opened up that old tackle box
He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories About nickel cokes, girls and sandlot glories Pickup trucks and peanut fields Long before this town knew blacktop Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks He opened up, every time he opened up that old tackle box
He's been gone twenty years tomorrow And I'm still holdin' on to this one wish That God above can let me borrow grandpa For one more afternoon and one more fish
And I'd sail with him across the South Pacific Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus And watch him run to grandma cryin' on the docks He'd open up, every time he opened up that old tackle box Yeah, I sure loved, every time he opened up that old tackle box
It was two shades of brown, scratched up plastic
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