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