Hold onto your hats, y'all! Miranda Lambert, the woman who writes revenge anthems in her sleep, just got real about a song that scared even her a little.
Picture this: It’s a hazy Friday night in Nashville. The air crackles with anticipation as Miranda Lambert takes the stage at Casa Rosa, her very own honky-tonk haven.
But then, between sips of tequila and stories about her songwriting shenanigans, Miranda gets quiet.
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