Humble Me

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 --- Humble Me - Sharon Jones