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Luke - Tackle Box

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It was two of brown and scratched up plastic.
It extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
With his last engraved in black,
Right by the handle on the top.
I'd slide it out of the of his station wagon.
Lug it down the with my arm draggin'.
I hardly wait for him
To the lid on that tackle box.

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Cause I'd with across the South Pacific.
beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Jesus.
And him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
He opened up, every time he up
ole tackle box.

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He'd bait my hook and keep on stories
About nickel Cokes, girls, and glories.
Pickup trucks and fields
Long before this town blacktop.

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I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those roads
Takin' turns on a jug of shine
As he raced his buddies down through Holler
Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up
He opened up every time he up
ole tackle box.

He's gone twenty years tomorrow
But I'm still holdin' on to one more
That God above let be borrow Grandpa
For one more and one more fish.

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Cause I'd sail with the South Pacific.
Stand beside him on the bow of battle ship.
See him kiss the ground and the Good Lord Jesus.
And him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
He up, every time he opened up
That ole box.

Everything he loved, he kept up
In ole tackle box.
It was two shades of brown and up plastic.