Letras: Warren Brothers (The). Well Deserved Obscurity. Sell A Lot Of Beer.

My name ain't up in lights,
But I'm a hero in this bar.
An' I play four big shows a night,
With just me and my guitar.
I don't make a lot of money,
An' I don't have a lot of gear.
I don't sell a lot of records,
But I sure sell a lot of beer.

Whoa, c'mon now, sing it up.

If you wanna hear Bob Dylan,
Then I'll play "Like A Rollin' Stone."
If you wanna hear Bob Wills,
I'll sing "The Rose Of San Antone."
I'll even play "Happy Birthday",
If that's what you wanna hear.
'Cause I don't sell a lot of records,
But I sure sell a lot of beer.

So it's hey, hey, what's your favorite song?
An' hey, hey, everybody sing along.
We're just one big redneck family,
Aw, at least while we're in here.
'Cause I don't sell a lot of records
But I sure sell a lot of beer.
Aw, sell us some beer now.

I wake up every Sunday mornin',
So I can go to church and pray.
But after some of my Saturday nights,
Things just don't turn out that way.
I think even the Good Lord, he understands,
That I'm at that point in my career.
They I don't sell a lot of records, (No I don't, tell 'em.)
But they sure sell a lot of beer.

Hey, hey, what's your favorite song?
Hey, hey, everybody sing along.
We're just one big redneck family,
Aw, at least while we're in here.
'Cause I don't sell a lot of records
But I sure sell a lot of beer.

I don't sell a lot of records
But I sure sell a lot of beer.
Yeah, I do