Songs about.........XVI!!

[RICHARD]

Home/houses.

[Karen]

Some classics

House of the Rising Sun

Our House is a very very fine house ...

My Old Kentucky Home

Home on the Range

[RICHARD]

Burning down the House- Talking Heads

Our House - Madness

Long way Home - Don Henley
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This must be the Place
-Talking Heads

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong . . nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight . . . say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be . . . where I'll be

[cassiesmom]

"Big House" - Audio Adrenaline
"Take Me Home" - Phil Collins
"Pink Houses" - John MEllencamp
"Sweet Home Chicago"

[Freckles]

Rosemary Clooney hit - Come on-a my house.

[Twisterdog]

"The Mansion You Stole" - Johnny Horton

"The mansion I own has captured your heart
You said it was love dear but you lied from the start
I wanted true love but you wanted my gold
Someday you'll be sorry for the lies that you told

You've stolen my heart and you cheated on me
But someday my darling I know that you'll see
A house without love can make you so cold
And you will be lonely in the mansion you stole"

[Freedom]

Big House Middle House Back House Barn - by Schooner Fare

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Through the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
Goes the kitten with a mitten and a ball of yarn;
All a'scitter and a'scamper, gonna upset Grandpa
By playing under his chair.
From the halls with the walls and the floors well worn
To the room in the eaves where the kids were born;
It's the place we grew 'til we finally knew
We'd have to leave it all behind.

And I can see like yesterday the smile on Grandma's face.
And I can hear the love we shared as it echoes in this space.
And though it's just a memory, it cannot be erased;
For like the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
We're connected to this place.
In the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
There's Dad with Mother on his arm.
You can tell inside he's filled with pride;
You can see it in his sparklin' eyes.
When they built this house it was strong and stout,
And it took a lot of love to keep the weather out.
It held our faith and cradled our dreams
And kept us warm and dry.

In the big house, middle house, back house, barn,
We still live here and life goes on.
There've been a few changes and a few rearranges
But the love remains the same.
And we all meet here maybe once a year
And we talk about the folks we hold so dear;
And the kids make noise as they play with toys
That come from another time.

[Grace]

The House I Live In

Recorded by Frank Sinatra in 1945

What is America to me?
A name, a map, or a flag I see?
A certain word, "democracy"?
What is America to me?

The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher, and the people that I meet
The children in the playground, the faces that I see
All races and religions, that's America to me

The place I work in, the worker by my side
The little town or city where my people lived and died
The "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling free
And the right to speak my mind out, that's America to me

The things I see about me, the big things and the small
The little corner newsstand and the house a mile tall
The wedding in the churchyard, the laughter and the tears
The dream that's been a-growin' for a hundred and fifty years

The town I live in, the street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city, or a garden all in bloom
The church, the school, the clubhouse, the millions lights I see
But especially the people
That's America to me

[Grace]

Home on the Range

Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

How often at night where the heavens are bright
With the light of the glittering stars
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glory exceeds that of ours

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

Then give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down to the stream
Where the graceful white swan goes gliding along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream

Oh I would not exchange my old home on the range
Where the deer and the antelop play
Where the seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

[Grace]

Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel

[RICHARD]

There is a song -current and done by a woman C&W singer about a house she grew up in.

I saw the video and forgot who sings it.

Probably not enough info, but I know there are music fans out there that will be able to answer it.

She goes back to the home of her childhood and sings about it as she walks thru........

Thanks.

[Cincy'sMom]

There is a song -current and done by a woman C&W singer about a house she grew up in.

I saw the video and forgot who sings it.

Probably not enough info, but I know there are music fans out there that will be able to answer it.

She goes back to the home of her childhood and sings about it as she walks thru........

Thanks.

First one came to mind was Carrie Underwood, but her's is called Temporary Home.

The one I think you are talking about is Miranda Lambert, The House that Built Me.

I know they say you cant 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 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 walk around I swear I'll leave.
Won't take nothing but a memory
from the house that built me.

[RICHARD]

First one came to mind was Carrie Underwood, but her's is called Temporary Home.

The one I think you are talking about is Miranda Lambert, The House that Built Me.

Are you kidding me?

Look at the time I posted the question and look at the time you answered.


You should really be ashamed of yourself.

It took you FOUR MINUTES to answer.........SHEESH.

[RICHARD]

Oh,
You had to read the post,
Think about the songs you knew,
Make the choice,
Look up the lyrics,
Cut and Paste
and then hit
"Submit Reply"

I always thought technology would help people do stuff faster.

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That was pretty effing amazing.

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I took some time to make a CD - about songs with house or home in them. I as thinking and remembered that tune. It well written and video was excellent...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQYNM6SjD_o

[Nomilynn]

Doug Stone - "Little Houses"

A little white house, in the heart of town,
On a little sad street, just a little run down,
Became a home, for Bill and Sue,
Two newlyweds, who did the best that they could do.
And when they brush each other, passin' in the hall,
Sue would smile and say: "This place is pretty small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Before too long, Sue and Bill,
Were makin' plans, for Jack and Jill.
Oh, happy day, when the news came in
But what to do, when they found out Sue was having twins.
When they could not pass each other in the hall,
Well, Sue would smile and say: "This place is really, really small.

But you know, love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

That little white frame house still keeps them warm,
Though it's been thirty-two years, since the kids were born,
And when they look back now, they hold each other tight,
And whisper in each other's ears: "You know you were right.

Because love grows best in little houses,
With fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together.
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss.
Love grows best, in houses just like this.

Yeah, love grows best, in houses just like this.