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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Faith Hill
Vocals
Dean Parks
Acoustic Guitar
Byron Gallimore
Guitar
Bekka Bramlett
Background Vocals
Chris Rodriguez
Background Vocals
Crystal Taliefero
Background Vocals
Paul Bushnell
Bass Guitar
Frank Macek
Programming
Vinnie Colaiuta
Drums
Michael Landau
Electric Guitar
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Annie Roboff
Songwriter
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Faith Hill
Producer
Byron Gallimore
Producer
Dennis Davis
Engineer
Jason Gantt
Engineer
Ricky Cobble
Engineer
Erik Lutkins
Additional Engineer
Mike Zinczenko
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Dan Thompson
Assistant Engineer
Jason Sikora
Assistant Engineer
Judy Kirschner
Assistant Engineer
Matt "Toast" Young
Assistant Engineer
Julian King
Recording Engineer
Josh Wilbur
Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I had it tough when I was just a little kid
It didn't matter what I thought
It didn't matter what I did
I felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start
It did a number on my head
It could never touch my heart
'Cause I had just enough imagination
Just enough to keep the faith
That somehow I would think of what to do
When I'd get lost in a momentary weakness of emotion
All the angels came around to help me through
Life pulls fast changes, wind blows past pages
All I see is I don't need this
High strung tightrope walk, ticking time bomb clock
Scratch my name off, cut these chains
I'm free, kickin' out of that prison, I am free
Singin' those words of wisdom, let it be
Nobody gonna put the blues inside of me
Yeah, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And there is nothing we can do
Mhhm,and in the stress to be the best I've done it all
I've slammed the doors, I've jammed the locks
I've laid the bricks, I've built the walls
No one could tell me back then why joy eluded me
Kept bumping into that misery
Locked up deep down inside of me
Took that rage and I, turned that page and I
Packed my tools, went back to school, yeah
And I passed my graduation, and I hold my Ph.d
In crash test blues I paid those dues
I'm free, kickin' out of that prison, I am free
Singin' those words of wisdom, let it be
Nobody gonna put the blues inside of me, yeah
Time flies by in photographs
And paper scraps and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers
Three times takes me home
Yeah, I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free, kickin' out of that prison, I am free
Singin' those words of wisdom, let it be, let it be
Nobody gonna put the blues inside of me, oh, yeah
I am free
I am free, yeah
I am free
I am free, I am free
I am free
I am free
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Time flies by in photographs
And paper scraps and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers
Three times takes me home
Yeah, I'm free
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, yeah
I'm free
I'm free
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, I'm free, free
Writer(s): Beth Nielsen Chapman, Annie Leslie Roboff
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