[Verse 1] [诗歌1 ]

   

It was two shades of brown, scratched-up plastic. 这是两种不同深浅的棕色，划伤式塑料。

It held extra line, lures, hooks, and matches. 它举行了额外的行，引诱，钩，和火柴。

And his last name engraved in black, 和他的姓氏刻在黑色，

Right there by the handle on the top. 在那里通过顶部的把手。

I'd slide it out of the back of his station wagon. 我滑出了自己的旅行车后面。

Lug it down the bank with my arm draggin'. 挑着下来的银行，我的胳膊draggin “ 。

And I could hardly wait for him 我几乎不能等待他

To lift the lid on that tackle box. 解除了钓具箱的盖子。

   

[Chorus 1] [合唱1 ]

   

'Cause I'd sail with him across the South Pacific. 因为我想和他一起穿越南太平洋航行。

Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship. 他身旁站上了战舰的船头。

See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus. 看到他亲吻地面，并感谢仁慈的主耶稣。

And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock. 看着他跑到奶奶，码头上哭泣。

He opened up, every time he opened up 他开了，他每次打通

That old tackle box. 老钓具箱。

   

[Verse 2] [诗歌2]

   

He'd bait my hook and keep on tellin' stories 他想引诱我的钩，不断在告诉的故事

'Bout nickel Cokes, girls, and sandlot glories. “布特镍可乐，女孩和沙地的辉煌。

Pickup trucks and golden fields 皮卡和金色的田野

Long before this town knew blacktop. 很久以前，这个小镇就知道柏油路。

   

[Chorus 2] [合唱团2 ]

   

I was almost ridin' with him shotgun down those dirt roads 我几乎坐车跟他猎枪下来的土路

Takin' turns on a jug of homemade shine 羚牛“打开自制的光泽壶

As he raced his buddies down through Mason Holler 当他跑到他的伙伴们上下贯通梅森喊叫

Fillin' the sky with dust and kicked up rocks 写留言“天空灰尘和脚踢石头

He opened up, every time he opened up 他开了，他每次打通

That old tackle box. 老钓具箱。

   

He's been gone twenty years tomorrow 他已经走了20年明天

And I'm still holdin' on to one wish 我仍然坚持着对一个心愿

That God above could let me borrow Grandpa 神上面可以让我借用爷爷

For one more afternoon and one more fish. 对于多了一个下午和一个更多的鱼。

   

[Chorus 1] [合唱1 ]

   

And I'd sail with him across the South Pacific. 而且我和他一起横渡南太平洋。

Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship. 他身旁站上了战舰的船头。

See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus. 看到他亲吻地面，并感谢仁慈的主耶稣。

And watch him run to Grandma, cryin' on the dock. 看着他跑到奶奶，码头上哭泣。

He'd open up, every time he opened up 他会打开，每次他打开了

That old tackle box. 老钓具箱。

   

Everything he loved he kept locked up in that old tackle box. 一切，他爱他不停地锁定在旧的钓具箱。

   

It was two shades of brown scratched up plastic. 这是两种不同深浅的棕色刨出塑料。