That's What I'm Talking About
[Verse 1] You were seventy pounds of shoulder pads and grit Yelling at the TV from a recliner that won't quit Smoking brisket low and slow on a Tuesday afternoon Posting every picture like the whole world's gonna swoon But eight months ago the smoke cleared in that hospital light And one tiny hand reached up and rewrote your whole life [Chorus] That's what I'm talking about, that's what it's all for A little girl named Zoey and you'd run through any door You've got spit-up on your shoulder and you don't even care That's what I'm talking about — nothing else compares [Verse 2] You still watch every kickoff from that broken armrest throne But now she's curled up next to you and you're not watching alone You cried one time in public and you'll never live it down When Zoey held your finger, man, you didn't make a sound Just a big old lineman standing still, undone Turns out all that training was for this — your greatest run [Chorus] That's what I'm talking about, that's what it's all for A little girl named Zoey and you'd run through any door You've got spit-up on your shoulder and you don't even care That's what I'm talking about — nothing else compares