Living in Nashville you have the rare privilege to fly in and out of music venues to experience the genius, heart, and extraordinary talent of local songwriters and artists. Last night was no different. In the Loft at Mad Donna’s in East Nashville, a crowd of music aficianados packed the nooks and crannys to hear the music and lyrics of Tom Douglas, Natalie Hemby, Bruce Robison and Lori McKenna. In between poetic lines and soulful melodies, the crowd was drawn in my the transparent delivery of these brave artists and found themselves tucked in the music.
One song that entranced not only the crowd, but the artist that recorded it was “The House That Built Me,” by Tom Douglas and Allen Shamblin. Tom delivered his musical message to hearts ready to hear it. This town is bursting with people that have uprooted themselves to follow a dream. These same people who push forward so vigorously, can’t help but look back and be caught up by the places and people left behind.
“Tom Douglas is, quite simply, our conscience. He shines a spotlight on the dark side of society so brightly that we can no longer ignore it. He’s a realist, but he’s also an optimist. As he says, the pain in this world is great, but the love is even greater,” Beverly Keel. (read full bio) This honest sojourn in the home of our youth, whether it is done in mind, body, or through this song, is one that everyone takes at one point of another.
John Ed Pearce says this, “Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to.” Get back to it now, at least for a few minutes, by watching Miranda Lambert’s live version from her most recent project, Revolution.
The House That Built Me
by: Tom Douglas, Allen Shamblin
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
Up those stairs in that little back bedroom
Is where I did my homework and I learned to play guitar
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 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 Gardens magazine
Plans were drawn and concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
Daddy gave life to mama’s dream
You leave home and you move on and you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am