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There's a few old lures in my tackle box.
Back in the day I use to use them a lot. 
Man they could really bring in the fish. 
Now every time I see them I just make a wish. 

It's funny how a hook can make a bond. 
On a pontoon in the waves of old Chute Pond. 
I still remember the day my Grandpa passed them down. 
Bluegills in the bucket, and watching worms drown. 

He had a cabin on the lake way out in the woods. 
And if no-one could find the fish you bet that he could. 
He knew the bottom of that lake like the palm of his hand. 
Pike in the weeds and bluegills bedding in the sand. 
Set it a foot off of bottom and reel 'em in all night.  
Look at the size of that one! It really put up a fight. 

It's funny how a hook can make a bond. 
On a pontoon in the waves of old Chute Pond. 
Bring in that anchor and we'll pull back around.
Bluegills in the bucket, and watching worms drown. 

Before he passed away back in 94.
He took out a tackle box I never saw before. 
He said: take these here, and pick a couple more. 
Tackle box wide open on the pontoon floor. 
Back in the day I use to use them a lot. 
They'll catch anything if you're in the right spot. 
Put 'em in your tackle box for another day. 
Right now we got plenty more Bluegill to slay. 

It's funny how a hook can make a bond. 
On a pontoon in the waves of old Chute Pond. 
Looking at my daughter jumping up and down. 
Bluegills in the bucket, and watching worms drown.