- Warren Brothers - "Hey, Mr. President"
(Tom Douglas)
Hey, Mr President, I don't think I'd want your job.
I can barely handle, the simple one I got.
Hey, Mr President, how cool is Air Force One?
Are those guys in the House an' The Senate, ever gonna get anything done?
I ain't no Democrat, I ain't no Republican,
We're fathers and mothers, we're wives and husbands,
An' we pray that we dance at our daughters' weddings.
And our sons grow to fine men,
And for peace on our land.
Hey, Mr President, how about that money I sent?
Must take a lot of pork barrels to run the government.
An' hey, Mr President, our kids in the Middle-East:
I guess you gotta fight sometimes, to find a way to keep the peace.
And I ain't no Democrat, I ain't no Republican,
We're fathers and mothers, sisters an' brothers, wives and husbands,
An' we pray that we dance at our daughters' weddings.
And our sons grow to fine men,
And for peace on our land.
I cannot imagine, how hard it must be,
To tell some soldier's mother,
That they died for their country:
Mr President, won't you thank her for me?
Hey, Mr President, do you ever feel alone?
Surrounded by all those ghosts in the White House,
Bet you wish you could move back home.
We ain't just Democrats, we ain't just Republicans,
It's all for one and one for all, we're all Americans,
An' we pray that we see our children's children,
And our sons grow to old men,
And for peace,
Yeah, peace on our land.
Hey, Mr President.
- The Warren Brothers - "Sell A Lot Of Beer"
(Bill Anderson, Brad Warren and Brett Warren)
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.
