I-55 Lyrics - Charlie Worsham

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 two-oh-six 

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