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Song and Work

03 May

Yesterday afternoon while helping my sister-in-law tidy up the round corral, I heard a new song by Miranda Lambert that really stirred my emotion. The song is “The House That Built Me”. We moved a bunch of rotted wood and tree branches out of the back of the truck onto a burn pile and I listened to each word.

I heard it again today and thought about my own life and the places I have lived. Each home had its own portion; it’s own story. Some were pleasant while others left unhappy memories. It’s bittersweet to drive by one place I lived for a long time now occupied by a different family. Do the walls know the love once shared while I was there?

Written by Tom Douglas and Allen Shamblin the song goes like this:

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 I learned to play guitar.
And I bet you didn’t know under that live oak
my favorite dog is buried in the yard.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its 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 magazines.
Plans were drawn, concrete poured,
and nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokenness inside me might start healing.
Out here its 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.

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.

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
this brokeness inside me might start healing.
Out here its like I’m someone else,
I thought that maybe I could find myself.
If I could walk around I swear I’ll leave.
Won’t take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

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5 Comments

Posted by on May 3, 2010 in Flowers, home, Photography

 

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5 responses to “Song and Work

  1. exileimaging

    May 3, 2010 at 6:16 pm

    I love that song. Makes me remember the places I grew up. Whenever we visit family in Tennessee, I make a point of driving through the old neighborhoods and seeing the houses where I spent my childhood.

    Beautiful photo, btw. Thanks for sharing.

     
  2. elegies

    May 5, 2010 at 4:03 am

    Great picture.

     
  3. Pastor Larry

    May 5, 2010 at 9:22 am

    Love the picture.

     
  4. how to say in arabic

    May 5, 2010 at 5:36 pm

    That is a beautiful pic.

     
  5. Anna Surface

    May 6, 2010 at 9:14 am

    What a gorgeous photo! I know what you mean about the places lived, and what was shared within the walls. I sometimes wonder when trekking about and photographing abandoned places about the love and sorrow and hard work that was once shared, and what would the walls say, the stories, if they could speak. “The House That Built Me” is so nostalgic.

     

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