The House that Built Me

This song really touches my heart right now...nothing wrong with a little country, right? I do hail from Clintucky after all...



"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, that under that live oak,
My favorite dog is buried in the yard...

I thought if I could touch this place or feel it,
The brokenness 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 our pictures of houses for years,
From 'Better Homes and Gardens' 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,
The brokenness 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.

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,
The brokenness 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 walk around I swear I'll leave,
Won't take nothing but a memory,
From the house that built me...