CHORUS – – – – – Oh [C] Lord it’s hard to be humble when you’re perfect in every [G7] way. I [G7] can’t wait to look in the mirror, cause I get better looking each [C] day. To [C] know me is to love me. I [C7] must be a hell of a [F] man. Oh Lord It’s hard to be [C] humble, but I’m [G] doing the best that I [C] can.
I [C] used to have a girlfriend, but I guess she just couldn’t [G7] compete, with [G7] all of these love-starved women, who keep throwin’ themselves at my [C] feet. I [C] probably could find me another, but I [C7] guess they’re all in awe of [F] me. Who cares? I never get [C] lonesome cause I [G] treasure my own [C] company.
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I [C] guess you could say I’m a loner. A cowboy alone, tough, and [G7] proud. I could [G7] have lots of friends if I wanted, but then I wouldn’t stand out from the [C] crowd. Some [C] folks say that I’m egotistical. Hell I [C7] don’t even know what that [F] means. I guess it has [C] something to do with the way that I [G] fill out my skin tight blue [C] jeans
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Oh [F] Lord It’s hard to be [C] humble, but I’m [G] doing the best that I [C] can.
