Biography:
Thomas Luther Bryan (born July 17, 1976), known professionally as Luke Bryan, is an American country singer and songwriter. Luke Bryan grew up in the very small town of Leesburg, Ga. Back home, he helped his father with his peanut and fertilizer businesses while playing sports and enjoying the great outdoors. Yet he can remember his mother urging him to belt out George Strait songs over and over while she drove him into town to shop. By age 14, his parents bought him an Alvarez guitar.
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Other songs:
- Drink A Beer
- Play It Again
- Country Girl (Shake it for Me)
- Crash My Party
- Drunk On You
- Rain Is A Good Thing
- That’s My Kind Of Night
- All My Friends Say
- Apologize
- Are You Leaving With Him
- Babys On The Way
- Bad Lovers
- Been There Done That
- Beer In The Headlights
- Better Than My Heart
- Blood Brothers
- Buddies
- Buzzkill
- Chevrolet
- Cold Beer Drinker
- Country Girl Shake It For Me
- Country Man
- Dirt Road Diary
- Do I
- Dont Want This Night To End
- Drinkin Beer And Wastin Bullets
- Drinking Again
- Driving This Thing
- Everytime I See You
- Faded Away
- Fast
- First Love Song
- Five Oclock Angel
- Games
- Good Directions
- Goodbye Girl
- Harvest Time
- Heres To The Farmer
- Home Alone Tonight
- Hooked On It
- Hungover In A Hotel Room
- Huntin Fishin And Lovin Every Day
- I Did It Again
- I Do All My Dreamin There
- I Dont Want This Night To End
- I Knew You That Way
- I Know Youre Gonna Be There
- I See You
- If You Aint Here To Party
- Ill Stay Me
- Im Hungover
- In Love With The Girl
- Is Someone Else Calling You Baby
- Its A Shore Thing
- Just A Sip
- Just Over
- Kick The Dust Up
- Kill The Lights
- Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye
- Land Of A Million Songs
- Light It Up
- Like We Aint Ever
- Like You Say You Do
- Little Bit Later On
- Love In A College Town
- Love It Gone
- Love Me In A Field
- Most People Are Good
- Move
- Muckalee Creek Water
- Night One
- O Holy Night
- Out Like That
- Out Of Nowhere Girl
- Over The River
- Pick It Up
- Pray About Everthing
- Pray About Everything
- Razor Blade
- Roller Coaster
- Scarecrows
- Shake The Sand
- She Get Me High
- Shes A Hot One
- Shut It Down
- Small Town Favorite
- Someone Else Callin You Baby
- Someone Else Calling You Baby
- Sorority Girls
- Southern Gentleman
- Spring Break
- Spring Breakdown
- Strip It Down
- Sunrise Sunburn Sunset
- Suntan City
- Tackle Box
- Tailgate Blues
- Take My Drunk Ass Home
- Thats My Kind Of Night
- Thats My Kinda Of Night
- The Car In Front Of Me
- The Sand I Brought To The Beach
- To The Moon And Back
- Too Damn Young
- Way Way Back
- We Rode In Trucks
- We Rode In Trucks Correct
- We Run This Town
- Welcome To The Farm
- What Country Is
- What Is It With You
- What Makes You Country
- Wild Weekend
- Win Life
- Yall Can Have This Town
- You And The Beach
- You Dont Know Jack
- You Look Like Rain
- You Make Me Want To
- Your Goodbye Wasnt Good Enough
- Your Mama Shouldve Named You Whiskey
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Luke Bryan - Tackle Box
Capo 1
Verse 1
D
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
G
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
A
With his last name engraved in black,
G D
Right there by the handle on the top.
D
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon.
G
Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'.
A
I could hardly wait for him
G D
To lift the lid on that tackle box.
Chorus 1
G D
Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
A D
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
G D
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
A Bm
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
Em G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Verse 2
D
He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
G
About nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
A
Pickup trucks and golden fields
G D
Long before this town knew blacktop.
Chorus 2
G D
I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads
A D
Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine
G D
As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler
A Bm
Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks
Em G
He opened up every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Bridge
Bm G
He's been gone twenty years tomorrow
D A
But I'm still holdin' on to one more wish
Bm G
That God above would let be borrow Grandpa
D G A
For one more afternoon and one more fish.
Chorus 1
G D
Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
A D
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
G D
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
A Bm
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
Em G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Outro
Em G
Everything he loved, he kept locked up
A D
In that ole tackle box.
D
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
Capo 1
Verse 1
D
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
G
It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches.
A
With his last name engraved in black,
G D
Right there by the handle on the top.
D
I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon.
G
Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'.
A
I could hardly wait for him
G D
To lift the lid on that tackle box.
Chorus 1
G D
Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
A D
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
G D
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
A Bm
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
Em G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Verse 2
D
He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories
G
About nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories.
A
Pickup trucks and golden fields
G D
Long before this town knew blacktop.
Chorus 2
G D
I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads
A D
Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine
G D
As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler
A Bm
Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks
Em G
He opened up every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Bridge
Bm G
He's been gone twenty years tomorrow
D A
But I'm still holdin' on to one more wish
Bm G
That God above would let be borrow Grandpa
D G A
For one more afternoon and one more fish.
Chorus 1
G D
Cause I'd sail with across the South Pacific.
A D
Stand beside him on the bow of that battle ship.
G D
See him kiss the ground and thank the Good Lord Jesus.
A Bm
And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock.
Em G
He opened up, every time he opened up
A D
That ole tackle box.
Outro
Em G
Everything he loved, he kept locked up
A D
In that ole tackle box.
D
It was two shades of brown and scratched up plastic.
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