Tackle Box 歌词

歌曲	Tackle Box
歌手	Luke Bryan
专辑	I'll Stay Me
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[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.

[00:00.00]	zuo qu : 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.

[00:00.00]	zuò qǔ : 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.

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