Tackle Box chords by Luke Bryan

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Luke Bryan - Tackle Box

Capo 1

Verse 1
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It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
    G+G
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
   A augmentedA
With his last name engraved in black,
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Right there by the handle on the top.
  D MajorD
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon.
G+G
Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'.
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I could hardly wait for him
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To lift the lid on that tackle box.

Chorus 1
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Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
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Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
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See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
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And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
      E minorEm        G+G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A augmentedA          D MajorD
That ole tackle box.


Verse 2
   D MajorD
He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
   G+G
About nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
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Pickup trucks and golden fields
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Long before this town knew blacktop.


Chorus 2
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I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads
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Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine
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As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler
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Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks
      E minorEm        G+G
He opened up every time he opened up
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That ole tackle box.

Bridge
B minorBm                G+G
He's been gone twenty years tomorrow
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But I'm still holdin' on to one more wish
   B minorBm              G+G
That God above would let be borrow Grandpa
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For one more afternoon and one more fish.


Chorus 1
     G+G               D MajorD
Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
     A augmentedA                  D MajorD
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
     G+G                    D MajorD
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
        A augmentedA                   B minorBm
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
      E minorEm        G+G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A augmentedA            D MajorD
That ole tackle box.


Outro
         E minorEm      G+G
Everything he loved, he kept locked up
A augmentedA            D MajorD
In that ole tackle box.

    D MajorD