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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tanya Tucker
Tanya Tucker
Vocals
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Piano
Chris Masterson
Chris Masterson
Acoustic Guitar
Josh Neumann
Josh Neumann
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Shamblin
Allen Shamblin
Songwriter
Tom Douglas
Tom Douglas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brandi Carlile
Brandi Carlile
Producer
Shooter Jennings
Shooter Jennings
Producer
David Spreng
David Spreng
Editing Engineer
Mark Rains
Mark Rains
Recording Engineer
Nate Haessly
Nate Haessly
Assistant Engineer
Nathan Yaccino
Nathan Yaccino
Additional Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Trina Shoemaker
Trina Shoemaker
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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 they did their homework and learned to play guitar
And I bet you didn't know underneath that live oak
My favorite dog is buried in the yard
[Verse 2]
I thought if I could touch this place or feel it
This brokenness inside of 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
[Verse 3]
I cut out pictures of houses for years
From Better Homes and garden magazines
Plans were drawn, concrete poured
Nail by nail and board by board
But once the kids were grown, it was just too much for me
[Verse 4]
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 again
If I could just come in, I swear I'll leave
I won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
[Verse 5]
They leave home, they move on
And you do the best you can
I got lost in this old world and forgot who I am
[Verse 6]
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
Thought that maybe I could find myself
Ma'am, if I could walk around, I swear I'll leave
Won't take nothing but a memory
From the house that built me
Written by: Allen Shamblin, Tom Douglas
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