I know they say you can't go home again
I just had to come back one last time
Ma'am I know you don't know me from Adam
But these handprints on the front steps are mine
And up those stairs, in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and learned to play guitar
And I bet you didn't know under that live oak
My favourite dog is buried in the yard
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokennes inside me might start healing
Out here it's like I'm someone else
I thought that maybe I could find myself
If I could just come in I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Mama cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and Garden magazine
Plans were drawn, concrete poured
Nail by nail, board by board
Daddy gave life to mama's dream
You leave home, you move on
And you do the best you can
I got lost in this whole world
And forgot who I am
"The House That Built Me"
by Miranda Lambert
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I'll be back one last time, to the house that built me.
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