Texty: Sharon Jones and The Dap-Kings. Humble Me.

Humble me, humble me
Don?t let me forget who I am
Humble me, humble me
Don?t let me forget who I am

When I start talkin? down
Like I?m hoverin? above, oh yeah
Like a man of some thin matter
Or them what you?re made of

And when you hear me askin?
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, oh
Humble me, humble little of me
Don?t let me forget who I am

When I start demandin?
More than the rest, oh yeah
And when I start mournin?
I didn?t get the best, no

Just remind me of the man, oh
Ooh, with nothin? to eat
And remind me of the other man
Oh, with no shoes on his feet, yeah

Now, ooh, let me be grateful, oh
For all that I?ve seen
And all that I have here
And they?ll be around me, ooh yeah, now

Ooh, make me grateful for my voice, oh
That I might lift you up, yeah, yeah
Ooh, now grateful for these old legs, oh yeah
That I might jump and come and shout, yeah oh

Grateful for the music
That puts my soul on high, oh
Ooh, I?m grateful for you people
Who comes out to hear me each and every night
Oh, please, oh, let me be

Humble, humble me
Don?t let me forget who I am
Humble me, humble little of me
Don?t let me forget who I am
Humble me