Some wind up in the hall of fame
Some go down in the 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 filling their tank
Keepin' the Goodyears 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

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