Some wind up in the hall of fame
Some go down in a blaze of glory
Some people never ever make a name
But change the game in someone´s story
I´m still tryna leave my mark

With a simple song and an old guitar
One thing I´ve learned out on the road is
Nobody´s nobody

Sun goes up
Sun goes down
Takes all kinds of kinds
To make this world go ´round
Everybody´s somebody, someone
A sinner, saint, or son of a gun
Nobody´s nobody

No, no, nobody
No, no, nobody
No, no, nobody´s nobody

Someone´s out fillin´ their tank
Keepin´ the good years on the road

While someone´s fillin´ up their drink
Forgettin´ someone they can´t let go
Some lovers leave their mark with a
Pocket knife and an oak tree heart
However you come, however you go
Nobody´s nobody

Sun goes up
Sun goes down
Takes all kinds of kinds
To make this world go ´round
Everybody´s somebody, someone
A sinner, saint, or son of a gun
Nobody´s nobody

No, no, nobody
No, no, nobody
No, no, nobody´s nobody

Sun goes up
Sun goes down
Takes all kinds of kinds
To make this world go ´round
Everybody´s somebody, someone
A sinner, saint, or son of a gun
Nobody´s nobody

No, no, nobody
No, no, nobody
No, no, nobody´s nobody
No, no, nobody
Nobody´s nobody