The new music video for future Wildcard album cut "It All Comes Out in the Wash" adds literal meaning to Miranda Lambert's catchy song based on motherly advice. It shows Lambert and friends go mudding with confidence that they're a car wash visit away from no one knowing their vehicles got dirty.
Lambert's co-write with the Love Junkies songwriting team of Liz Rose, Lori McKenna and Hillary Lindsey uses a washing machine analogy to reminds us all that most missteps in life and love can be scrubbed away and forgotten.
"When we were little, our moms would say 'let's not worry about a stain.' Everyone goes through times in life that are difficult and has moments that they wish would pass," Lambert said in a press release "This song is a mix of scenarios that we have all either been a part of or have seen, and is a fun reminder that hard times do eventually pass."
The fun sing-along and its equally addictive video find Lambert shifting from the introspective tales of heartbreak on 2016's The Weight of These Wings to the sorts of rambunctious, take no prisoners songs behind her meteoric rise to stardom.
For her fresh start, Lambert worked with like-minded producer Jay Joyce (Eric Church, Ashley McBryde) on this catchy return to form, as well as the punk-inspired stomper "Locomotive" and the equally clever and rocking Maren Morris team-up "Way Too Pretty For Prison."
Wildcard arrives on Nov. 1.
"It All Comes Out in the Wash" Lyrics
If you wear a white shirt to a crawfish boil
Stonewashed jeans while you're changing the oil
When you find yourself dating the bridesmaid's ex
You accidentally bring him to the wedding, whoops
If you pour yourself a Merlot to go
You dip your fries in your ketchup on a bumpy road
You spill the beans to your mama, sister got knocked up
In a truck at the 7-Eleven, don't sweat it
'Cause it'll all come out, all come out in the wash
It'll all come out, all come out in the wash
Every little stain, every little heartbreak, no matter how messy it got
You take the sin, and the men, and you throw 'em all in
And you put that sucker on spin.
You got frisky with your boss at the copy machine
You drunk dialed your ex-husband, don't remember a thing
Had a fancy dinner at your mother-in-law's
Spilled A1 sauce on her table cloth, don't sweat it
A Tide stick will get it.
And the laundry list goes like this
Every teardrop, every white lie
Every dirty cotton sheet, let it line dry
All the mistakes, all the wild streaks
That's why the good Lord made bleach Oh, oh.
Yeah, you put that sucker on spin
And around and around and around and around we go
'Round and around and around and around we go