Tyler Halverson - Nobody's Everything Lyrics

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 wasn't right
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 f*ckup to my father
10D 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 wasn't right
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 .2 over
And to the state of South Dakoter
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 wasn't right
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

(I just thought I'd tell you)
(That song sounded good)
(Good luck to you and everything)
(Love you)