A 16-Year-Old Miranda Lambert Once Had Her Dad Put Guy Offering Her Pot in a Chokehold

by Matthew Wilson

No one gets between a father and his daughter. Miranda Lambert may be one of the biggest country stars out there right now. But her father Rick is still in her corner, encouraging her music dreams and stepping in when he needs to.

Take an encounter when Miranda Lambert was just 16. Rick had to put the hurting on a guy at a Dallas, Texas dive bar. The man tried to put the moves on Lambert and asked her if she wanted to smoke marijuana. Instead, Lambert went to her father for help. And the encounter ended with Rick putting the man in a chokehold as Lambert egged him on.

In an interview with Texas Monthly, Rick Lambert reflected on his daughter’s early career and that time he got in an altercation on her behalf.

“Miranda started yelling, ‘Kill him, Daddy! Kill him!’ ” Rick Lambert told the outlet. “She was trying to get ready to sing, and she was pissed that someone was trying to mess her up.”

Her mother Beverly backed up Rick Lambert’s account: “No, that isn’t exactly what she said. She only yelled, ‘Kick his ass, Daddy! Kick his ass!’ ”

Miranda Lambert’s Early Career

When she was just a teenager, Miranda Lambert was competing in country music talent shows. For instance, she scored second place at one and knew she wanted to be a singer. So her parents, Rick and Bev, encouraged her dream. In fact, they became her ride between the various honky-tonks and dive bars. Her father even put together a band to accompany Lambert.

But these dive bars could be dangerous as well. For instance, a barroom brawl broke out during one of Miranda Lambert’s performances. Rather than stopping her music, Lambert kept on singing even with all the chaos around her. That proved to be a useful skill in life.

Miranda Lambert also took after her dad when it came to music. He still remembered walking into his room and listening to her play music on his guitar.

“One day,” Rick Lambert continued, “she walked into my room while I was strumming some chords on my guitar, and she suddenly sang to the melody I was playing, ‘Rain on the window makes me lonely.’ We both came up with some more lines, and in an hour and a half, we had a song about a woman sitting on a bus, devastated by the end of an affair with a married man. We played it for Bev, and when Miranda sang, ‘I’m gonna find someplace I can ease my mind and try to heal my wounded pride,’ we both shook our heads. Miranda had this eerie ability to take on someone else’s story and make it her own.”