Lyrics

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

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Artist: gord bamford