作曲 : Luke Bryan/Joe Doyle It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic. It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches. With 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'. 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 battle ship. 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 ole tackle box. He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories About nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories. Pickup trucks and golden 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 ole tackle box. He's been gone twenty years tomorrow But I'm still holdin' on to one more wish That God above would let be borrow Grandpa For one more afternoon and one more fish. Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific. Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship. 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 ole tackle box. Everything he loved, he kept locked up In that ole tackle box. It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Luke Bryan/Joe Doyle [00:13.65]It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic. [00:18.90]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. [00:34.71]I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon. [00:43.90]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. [01:01.77]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. [01:22.52]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 [01:47.96]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] [02:08.88]As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler [02:15.38]Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks [02:21.00]He opened up every time he opened up [02:26.15]That ole tackle box. [02:30.64]He's been gone twenty years tomorrow [02:36.83]But I'm still holdin' on to one more wish [02:42.96]That God above would let be borrow Grandpa [02:48.90]For one more afternoon and one more fish. [02:59.46]Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific. [03:05.14]Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship. [03:11.46]See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus. [03:17.08]And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock. [03:21.52]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. [03:47.08]It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
