Marshall Chapman Follow

I’m sick of myself
I want to be you
Would you trade places with me for a day, maybe two?
I’d like to know how it feels to be laid back and cool
To play that guitar the way that you do
Like your soul is connected to every string
And the whole room’s swaying when you’re playing that thing
Yeah, I’m sick of myself

Everyone loves you from Florida to Maine
You have lots of friends
They call out your name
Hey, Tim!
How you doing?
Can I tune your guitar?
Anything to bask in the light of your star
Yeah I’m sick of myself
If you’ll trade places with me
I’ll trade places with you

(Tim)
I’m sick of myself
I want to be you
Would you trade places with me for a day, maybe two?
I’d like to know what it’s like to be regal and tall
To charm a whole room with that Carolina drawl
To rock with a purpose like ol’ Jerry Lee
While wearing your soul on your rock & roll sleeve
Yeah, I’m sick of myself

Everyone loves you from Memphis to Boston
As the seats fill up
You can hear them all wonder
What will she do?
What will she say?
Then you sing ‘em a story and you blow ‘em away
Yeah, I’m sick of myself
If you’ll trade places with me
I’ll trade places with you