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. 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.