"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 fuck-up 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