Luke Bryan - Tackle Box guitar chord

Luke Bryan

Tackle Box

Capo 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.