Nobody’s Song

My uncle with a drifter's heart
What he might lack in riches he made up in charm
Had an old guitar he would play
With a voice so fair, sing your worries away

A penny in a wishing well
Striking luck in the form of a real Southern belle
He died in the spring of '09
Left a broken belle and troubles behind

Now he's gone
Nothing but memories
To keep me company
And this song
Telling the stories about a nobody
That's somebody to me

I still recall my grandpa John
Old as bones, dry as sand and hard as a stone
Walked off in a winter storm
With a jar of white lightning to keep himself warm

And now he's gone
Nothing but memories
To keep me company
And this song
Telling the stories 'bout a few nobodies
That's somebody to me

I think about my sister dear
Full of life, full of love, full of self-hate and fear
Made it to the age of nineteen
I fell apart a the words here lies Francine

And now she's gone
Nothing but memories
To keep me company
And this song
Telling the stories, 'bout a few nobodies
That's somebody to me
That's somebody to me
That's somebody to me