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Tackle Box
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Tackle Box was released on August 14, 2007 by Capitol Nashville as a part of the album I'll Stay Me
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Release DateAugust 14, 2007
LabelCapitol Nashville
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B Lowry
B Lowry
Acoustic Guitar
Gordon Mote
Gordon Mote
Piano
J. Spivey
J. Spivey
Fiddle
Jeff King
Jeff King
Electric Guitar
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Jerry Troy Corenflos
Electric Guitar
John Jarvis
John Jarvis
Piano
Mike Brignardello
Mike Brignardello
Bass
Mike Johnson
Mike Johnson
Dobro
Mike Rojas
Mike Rojas
Piano
Paul Leim
Paul Leim
Drums
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Bryan
Luke Bryan
Songwriter
Joe Doyle
Joe Doyle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Stevens
Jeff Stevens
Producer
Mills Logan
Mills Logan
Immersive Mixing Engineer
Bryan Graban
Bryan Graban
Assistant Recording Engineer
Herb Tassin
Herb Tassin
Recording Engineer
Jay Fenstermaker
Jay Fenstermaker
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Scott Johnson
Scott Johnson
Assistant Producer
Taylor Pollert
Taylor Pollert
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It was two shades of brown, scratched-up plastic
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches
And his last name engraved in brass
Right there by the handle on the top
[Verse 2]
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon
Lug it down the bank with my arm dragging
And I could hardly wait for him
To lift the lid on that tackle box
[Verse 3]
'Cause I'd sail with him across the South Pacific
Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship
See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus
And watch him run to Grandma, crying on the docks
He opened up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box
[Verse 4]
He'd bait my hook and keep on telling stories
'Bout nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories
Pickup trucks and peanut fields
Long before this town knew blacktop
[Verse 5]
And I was almost riding with him shotgun down those dirt roads
Taking turns on a jug of homemade shine
As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler
Filling the sky with dust and kicked-up rocks
He opened up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box
[Verse 6]
He's been gone twenty years tomorrow
And I'm still holding on to this one wish
That God above could let me borrow Grandpa
For one more afternoon and one more fish
[Verse 7]
And I'd sail with him across the South Pacific
Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship
See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus
And watch him run to Grandma, crying on the docks
He'd open up, every time he opened up
That old tackle box
[Verse 8]
Yeah, I sure loved every time he opened up
That old tackle box
[Verse 9]
It was two shades of brown, scratched-up plastic
Written by: Joe Doyle, Luke Bryan
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