Текст Luke Bryan – Tackle Box

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

‘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 dock
He opened up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box

He’d bait my hook and keep on tellin’ stories
‘Bout nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories
Pickup trucks and Peanut fields
Long before this town knew blacktop

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 one wish
That God above could 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

Yeah I sure loved every time he opened up
That old tackle box

It was two shades of brown scratched up plastic