Тональность: E major•
Verse 1
E
A
E
A
It was
of brown and scratched up plastic
A
It held extra line, lures,
hooks, and matches
B
And his last name engraved in black
A
Right there by the handle
E
A
on the top
E
I'd slide it out of the back
A
of his station wagon
Lug it down the bank with my
arm draggin'
B
And I could hardly wait for him
A
E
To lift the lid on that tackle box
Verse 2
A
'Cause I'd sail with him across
B
Stand beside him on the bow
A
See him kiss the ground and thank
B
And watch him run to grandma,
C#m
cryin' on the dock
A
every time he opened up
E
Verse 3
A
E
He'd bait my hook and keep
on tellin' stories
A
'Bout nickel cokes, girls,
and sandlot glories
B
Pickup trucks and peanut fields
A
E
Long before this town knew blacktop
Verse 4
A
I was almost ridin' with him shotgun
E
down those dirt roads
B
Takin' turns on a jug
A
As he raced his buddies down
E
through Mason Holler
B
Fillin' the sky with dust
C#m
and kicked up rocks
A
every time he opened up
B
E
That old tackle box
Verse 5
C#m
He's been gone twenty years
E
And I'm still holdin' on
F#m
to this one wish
C#m
That God above would let
E
F#m
For one more afternoon
Verse 6
him
across the South Pacific
E
B
Stand beside him on the bow
E
B
of that battle ship
A
See him kiss the ground and thank
B
And watch him run to grandma,
C#m
cryin' on the dock
A
every time he opened up
B
E
That old tackle box
Verse 7
F#m
Yeah, sure I love
E
A
B
Every time he opened up
Outro 1
E
A
E
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