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