Nobody’s Everything

I'm a singer to a crowd
I'm a drunk to a waitress
I'm a quarter to a jukebox
Bourbon to a few rocks
A toast to time well wasted

And sure to trouble I'm no stranger
And to the rain, a place to fall
And to the truth I'm a teller
To tell the truth fellers
I'm honest to a fault

To the wind I'm a weed
And to the weed I'm a light
And to the road I'm a runner
To her I wouldn't write
And to a guitar I'm a picker
And to the pawn shop I'm a ring
I'm something to everyone
But nobody's everything

I'm a hat rack to a Stetson
Just an asshole to a stool
Well I'm a blessing to my mama
A fuck up to my father
10 Day to a cowboy boot

To the wind I'm a weed
And to the weed I'm a light
And to the road I'm a runner
To her I wouldn't write
And to a guitar I'm a picker
And to the pawn shop I'm a ring
I'm something to everyone
But nobody's everything

And to myself I said I'm sober
But to the bar I'm cut off
And to that cop I'm point to over
And to the state of South Dakota
That's kind of a lot

So to the wind I'm a weed
And to the weed I'm a light
And to the road I'm a runner
To her I wouldn't write
And to a guitar I'm a picker
And to the pawn shop I'm a ring
I'm something to everyone
But nobody's everything

Hell I'm something to everyone
But nobody's everything