[00:00.00] 作曲 : Bryan, 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.