nobody s nobody

Brothers Osborne

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
It 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