Humble me, humble me
Don't let me forget who I am

When I start talking down
Like I'm hovering above
Like I'm made of something better
Than what you're made of

And when you hear me asking
For all kinds of fancy things
Things you never had, no
And things you know you can't bring
Don't be afraid to...

Humble me, humble me
Don't let me forget who I am

When I start demanding
More than the rest
When I start moaning
I didn't get the best

Just remind me of the man
With nothing to eat
And remind me of the other man
With no shoes on his feet

Oh let me be grateful, oh Lord
For that all I've seen
And all that I have
And everywhere I've been

Make me grateful for my voice
That I might lift you up
Grateful for these legs
That I might jump and hop and shout and yell

Grateful for the music
That puts my soul on high
Grateful for the people
Who come out to hear me every night
Oh please...

Humble me, humble me
Don't let me forget who I am

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