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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Charlie Worsham
Acoustic Guitar
Lex Price
Bass
Luke Reynolds
Electric Guitar
Eric Masse
Background Vocals
Frank Liddell
Background Vocals
Frank Rische
Background Vocals
Madi Diaz
Background Vocals
Jordan Lehning
Strings
Ryan Latham
Baritone Saxophone
Lindsey Smith-Trostle
Cello
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Spencer Cullum
Steel Guitar
Chris West
Tenor Saxophone
Josh Scaife
Trombone
Leif Shires
Trumpet
Avery Bright
Viola
Kristin Weber
Violin
Zach Casebolt
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charlie Worsham
Songwriter
Ben Hayslip
Songwriter
Jordan Lehning
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eric Masse
Producer
Frank Liddell
Producer
Jordan Lehning
Editing Engineer
Stephen Marcussen
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Whitmore
Mastering Engineer
Arturo Buenahora, Jr.
Executive Producer
Chris Taylor
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
I was born on a blue lane highway line
Runnin' up and down Mississippi's crooked spine
I've been gone too long
It's high time I made time for this
A hundred miles south of Graceland's gate
Just see me comin' from the volunteer state
With a homesick heart and magnolia plates
Off exit 206
It all gets to be too much
My soul feels out of touch
I get in my beat up ride and drive I-55
I fill up on old friends
Get back to where it all began
I always leave feelin' more alive, I-55
Rest my arm on the windowsill
Breathin' in them old pine hills
An the midnight smoke from the paper mills
To the stars off Lilly Road
This little lake town is all we got
But I love it most for what it's not
And them kids in the Chainey's parking lot
That was me ten years ago
When it all gets to be too much
My soul feels out of touch
I get in my beat up ride and drive I-55
I fill up on old friends
Get back to where it all began
I always leave feelin' more alive, I-55
And I never can stay
As long as I want to
And now Ma moved away
But the one thing I won't do
Is forget where I come from
You bet I'll always run
Back down that old familiar stretch of interstate
When it all gets to be too much
My soul feels out of touch
I fill up on old friends
Get back, get back, to where it all began, all began, yeah
I-55
Oh and I drive, and I drive, and I drive, and I drive, and I drive
I-55
Writer(s): Ben Hayslip, Charlie Worsham
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