

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Sun just yawning over that gravel road Coffee in a thermos, tackle box closed You said, "Hop in, we’re burnin’ daylight, son" I was half awake You were wide-eyed young [Chorus] It’s that tackle box time with my old man Mud on my boots, line in my hand You talk about faith, talk about life Show me how to tie that knot just right We don’t say much, but I still understand Every cast’s a second chance with my old man [Verse 2] You took the front seat on that busted dock I sat quiet, watching that red float rock You laughed when I lost your favorite lure Said, "Boy, they make more Momma raised a worrier, I’m raisin’ you sure" [Chorus] It’s that tackle box time with my old man Mud on my boots, line in my hand You talk about work, talk about right How you asked Mom on that Friday night We don’t say much, but I still understand Every cast’s a second chance with my old man [Bridge] Years rolled by I moved out, you went gray Now I’m drivin’ you To the same old lake You shake a bit But your grin’s the same You say, "Tie me on, son And call your boy by his name" (oh yeah) [Chorus] It’s that tackle box time with my old man Three chairs now, all in the sand I talk about work, he talks ‘bout grace My little boy’s sunscreen on his face We don’t say much, but he’ll understand Every cast’s a second chance Every cast’s a second chance With my old man
Tags
country, Warm modern country ballad with male vocals; gentle acoustic guitar and brushed snare in the verses, mandolin fills around the vocal. Chorus lifts with steady kick, layered harmonies, and a singalong hook. Subtle pedal steel glides in the bridge, big final chorus with held notes and ad-libbed echoes before a soft guitar ring-out.
3:07
No
2/26/2026