Dad's Old Tackle Box

First fish I ever caught was a trout
Taneycomo lake down in the south
Daddy taught me how to dream real big
Momma taught me how to smoke them cigs
Daddy also beat my ass with a belt
Momma cried and put cream on the welt
My daddy said he had to go to the store
My mommy said he’s prolly sleeping with a whore
Turns out he really went to store got hit by a truck and then he went to see the lord
Now I’m all down and I think I need a prozac
Found his tackle box in hopes it brings him back

Dad’s Old Tackle Box going down his memory lane and it feels great
Buncha old baits that remind me of when he used to say
That he don’t care, if I’m catchin’, cause he’s still so proud
Hooks are rusted, But I don’t care now
His old tackle box
Dad I love ya
Dad I miss ya
Dad I want you here

Daddy was the best fisherman I know
Bait shop legend always knew what to throw
His favorite was a Texas rigged purple senko
Said he found it in a hookers Winnebago
We always hit the bank down by the park
Throwing spinner baits and lettin’ out farts
Man I miss the smell of farts from my dad
Singing this song making me real sad
Plugs, jigs, spoons and frogs
Catching them fish underneath the logs
Cranks, worms, spinners and flies
All these little baits remind me of a time

Dad’s Old Tackle Box going down his memory lane and it feels great
Buncha old baits that remind me of when he used to say
That he don’t care, if I’m catchin’, cause he’s still so proud
Hooks are rusted, But I don’t care now
His old tackle box
Dad I love ya
Dad I miss ya
Dad I want you here
Dad I love ya
Dad I miss ya
Dad I want you here