Tackle Box-Luke Bryan

[ti:Tackle Box] [ar:Luke Bryan] [al:I'll Stay Me] [by:] [offset:0] [00:13.64]It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic [00:18.89]It held extra line lures hooks and matches [00:25.33]With his last name engraved in brass [00:28.58]Right there by the handle on the top [00:34.70]I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon [00:43.89]Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin' [00:49.83]I could hardly wait for him [00:54.58]To lift the lid on that tackle box [00:58.83]Cause I'd sail with him across the South Pacific [01:01.76]Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship [01:11.02]See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus [01:17.02]And watch him run to Grandma cryin' on the dock [01:22.51]He opened up every time he opened up [01:28.08]That ole tackle box [01:35.58]He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories [01:41.39]About nickel Cokes girls and sandlot glories [01:44.51]Pickup trucks and golden fields [01:47.95]Long before this town knew blacktop [01:51.01]I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads [01:57.64]Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine [02:00.89] [02:08.87]As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler [02:15.37]Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks [02:21.00]He opened up every time he opened up [02:26.14]That ole tackle box [02:30.64]He's been gone twenty years tomorrow [02:36.82]But I'm still holdin' on to one more wish [02:42.95]That God above would let be borrow Grandpa [02:48.89]For one more afternoon and one more fish [02:59.45]Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific [03:05.14]Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship [03:11.45]See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus [03:17.07]And watch him run to Grandma cryin' on the dock [03:21.51]He opened up every time he opened up [03:28.83]That ole tackle box [03:32.20]Everything he loved he kept locked up [03:39.64]In that ole tackle box [03:47.07]It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic