Text: John Rich. Son Of A Preacher Man. Everybody Wants To Be Me.

Well, everybody sees me bein' a blinin' country rock star
Drivin' downtown, poundin' honky tonk sounds in my bandit car
They didn't know me back in '92, with my pawn shop guitar
And the holes in my boots, didn't see what I had to go through
All the beatin's I took, just to payin' my dues and now

Everybody wants to be me
But the don't want to bruise and they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
And try to get their fortune for free
Don't want to do what it takes to be what they want to be
Now but everybody wants, everybody want to be me, yes, they do

Well, there's a camera in my face nearly everyday
And I just got to grin
They take my country boy views, make it big city news
And I just take it on the chin

'Cause when you're playin' at the top of your game
Well, the phone's always ringin' and they're droppin' your name
But the second that you start to fall
Hey, nobody cares and nobody calls

But everybody wants to be me
But the don't want to bruise and they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
And try to get their fortune for free
Don't want to do what it takes to be what they want to be
Now but everybody wants to, everybody want to be me

Well, everybody wants to be me
But they don't want to bruise and they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
Try to get their fortune for free

Everybody wants to be me
But the don't want to bruise, they don't want to bleed
Want to spend all the money, hug up all the honeys
Try to get their fortune for free
Don't want to do what it takes to be what they want to be
Now but everybody wants, everybody wants, everybody wants

I said everybody wants, everybody wants to be me
Yeah, they want to be me, yes they do
Everybody wants to be me