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Luke - Tackle Box

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It was two of brown and scratched up plastic.
It held line, lures, hooks, and matches.
With his last engraved in black,
Right there by the on the top.
I'd slide it out of the of his station wagon.
Lug it the bank with my arm draggin'.
I could hardly for him
To lift the lid on 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 watch him run to Grandma, 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 golden
Long before town knew blacktop.

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I was ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads
turns on a jug of homemade shine
As he raced his down through Mason Holler
Fillin' the sky dust and kicked up rocks
He opened up time he opened up
That ole box.

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

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

he loved, he kept locked up
In that ole box.
It was two shades of and scratched up plastic.