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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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They're all about her
And they're all about her
Now that I understand the words
Yes I do but that's not all
I still listen to the pickin'
Catch me when I fall
I close mny eyes and let that lyric
Of George Strait and Tim McGraw
So now when I spin my records
If that's what it takes
I'm gonna listen to what gets me through
And heartaches
Here's to pick-up trucks and good dogs
Now they're all about her
I didn't understand the words
The only part that pulled me in
But I'd just listen to the pickin'
And she'd just break right down again
It always caught Momma's attention
Of Kitty Wells and Loretta Lynn
Like when my Daddy spun that vinyl
When I didn't know what I was missing
I remember from my childhood
And the melody is whistling
There's a high lonesome sound
And the next day she was gone
It seems like one day she was with me
Now I do it alone
We went out walkin' after midnight
Now they're all about her
I didn't understand the words
'Cause that's the only part I liked
But I'd just listen to the pickin'
And she'd just break right down and cry
It always caught Momma's attention
Of Hank Snow and Charlie Pride
Like when my Daddy spun that vinyl
Not in one ear and out the other
They go right through my heart
Have so much meaning since I lost her
All those simple country songs
And I don't wonder anymore
Now there's grooves under my boots
By walking the floor
I used to wonder what they meant
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