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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 fuckup 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)
WRITERS
Jonathan W Decious, Meg Mcree, Tyler Halverson
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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