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I used to wonder what they meant

By walking the floor

Now there`s grooves under my boots

And I don`t wonder anymore

All those simple country songs

Have so much meaning since I lost her

They go right through my heart

Not in one ear and out the other



Like when my Daddy spun that vinyl

Of Hank Snow and Charlie Pride

It always caught Momma`s attention

And she`d just break right down and cry

But I`d just listen to the pickin`

`Cause that`s the only part I liked

I didn`t understand the words

Now they`re all about her



We went out walkin` after midnight

Now I do it alone

It seems like one day she was with me

And the next day she was gone

There`s a high lonesome sound

And the melody is whistling

I remember from my childhood

When I didn`t know what I was missing



Like when my Daddy spun that vinyl

Of Kitty Wells and Loretta Lynn

It always caught Momma`s attention

And she`d just break right down again

But I`d just listen to the pickin`

The only part that pulled me in

I didn`t understand the words

Now they`re all about her



Here`s to pick-up trucks and good dogs

And heartaches

I`m gonna listen to what gets me through

If that`s what it takes



So now when I spin my records

Of George Strait and Tim McGraw

I close mny eyes and let that lyric

Catch me when I fall

I still listen to the pickin`

Yes I do but that`s not all

Now that I understand the words

And they`re all about her



They`re all about her

I used to wonder what they meant

By walking the floor

Now there`s grooves under my boots

And I don`t wonder anymore

All those simple country songs

Have so much meaning since I lost her

They go right through my heart

Not in one ear and out the other



Like when my Daddy spun that vinyl

Of Hank Snow and Charlie Pride

It always caught Momma`s attention

And she`d just break right down and cry

But I`d just listen to the pickin`

`Cause that`s the only part I liked

I didn`t understand the words

Now they`re all about her



We went out walkin` after midnight

Now I do it alone

It seems like one day she was with me

And the next day she was gone

There`s a high lonesome sound

And the melody is whistling

I remember from my childhood

When I didn`t know what I was missing



Like when my Daddy spun that vinyl

Of Kitty Wells and Loretta Lynn

It always caught Momma`s attention

And she`d just break right down again

But I`d just listen to the pickin`

The only part that pulled me in

I didn`t understand the words

Now they`re all about her



Here`s to pick-up trucks and good dogs

And heartaches

I`m gonna listen to what gets me through

If that`s what it takes



So now when I spin my records

Of George Strait and Tim McGraw

I close mny eyes and let that lyric

Catch me when I fall

I still listen to the pickin`

Yes I do but that`s not all

Now that I understand the words

And they`re all about her



They`re all about her

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