Gord Bamford - All about her

I ^Dused to wonder ^Gwhat they meant by, ^Awalking the ^Bmfloor Now there's ^Ggrooves under my boots, and I don't ^Awonder anymore All those ^Gsimple country songs, have so much ^Ameaning since I ^Bmlost her They ^Ggo right through my heart, not in one ^Aear and out the other

^DLike when my ^ADaddy spun that ^Gvinyl Of Hank ^ASnow and Charlie Pri^Dde It always ^Acaught Momma's att^Gention And she'd just ^Abreak right down and ^Bmcry But I'd just ^Alisten to the ^Gpickin' 'Cause that's the ^D/F#only part I ^Emliked I didn't ^D/F#understand the ^Gwords Now they're ^Aall about ^Gher ^{D Em D/F# G D/F# Em A}

We went out ^Dwalkin' after m^Gidnight ,Now I ^Ado it a^Bmlone It seems like ^Gone day she was with me, And the ^Anext day she was gone There's a ^Ghigh lonesome sound, And the ^Amelody is^Bm whistling I re^Gmember from my childhood, When I ^Adidn't know what I was missing

^DLike when my ^ADaddy spun that ^Gvinyl Of Kitty ^AWells and Loretta Ly^Dnn It always ^Acaught Momma's att^Gention And she'd just ^Abreak right down agai^Bmn But I'd just ^Alisten to the ^Gpickin' The only part that ^D/F#pulled me i^Emn I didn't ^D/F#understand the ^Gwords Now they're ^Aall about ^Dher

Well, here's to ^Gpick-up trucks and ^D/F#good dogs and ^Emheartaches ^D/F# I'm gonna ^Glisten to what ^D/F#gets me through If ^Asusthat's what it ^Atakes

^DSo now ^Awhen I spin my ^Grecords Of George ^AStrait and Tim Mc^DGraw I close my ^Aeyes and let that l^Gyric ^ACatch me when I ^Bmfall I still ^Alisten to the ^Gpickin' Yes I ^D/F#do but that's not ^Emall Now that I ^D/F#understand the ^Gwords And they're ^Aall about ^Bmher ^{D Em D/F#} They're all a^Gbout her ^{D/F# Em A A G}