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 my 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