Marshall Chapman - Sick of Myself lyrics

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