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 as hard as a stone
Walked off in a winter storm
With a jar of white lightning to keep himself warm
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 19
I fell apart at the words; here lies Francine
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