Miranda Lambert has a well-deserved reputation as a spitfire. Usually she’s singing about giving some man who wrong her more than he bargained for. But when she decides to sing a ballad, she can really kill it.
This is a great one about how when you’re lost, the best thing to do is to come home, even if home isn’t home anymore.
As you know, I am not a big Miranda Lambert fan, as with a lot of things there is always an exception to the rule. I listened to this song and really liked it, a very sentimental song with a very touching message.
I have always loved this song. It’s kind of melancholy. When I listen to this song I am quickly transported back to my childhood home in Delmont. I remember my greenish colored bedroom walls, how I used to set my bedroom up as a cosmetics store, I remember seeing my kitty Kimba run around the house, and our dog Smokey lay at my feet. I remember being afraid of our basement, I remember rolling Hot Wheels cars back and forth with my brother across the kitchen floor. I remember my living room being filled with 16 year old girls sleeping bags and Caboodles for countless sleepovers. I remember sneaking out of the basement door at night to roam the neighborhood with friends. (We thought we were real bad asses for doing this). What I remember about that house is that it made me cry, it made me scared, it made me laugh, it brought me joy, and it brought me a lifetime of memories as it was the house that built me. 🙂
I love this comment. I remember Kimba the White Lion!!!!! The houses we grow up are full of meaning, aren’t they?
I’ve never heard this song…I really like it a lot