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It's hard to be humble:
Back of few months ago I was headling
At a great big night club
And they put me up at what they call the Star Suite:
Now here I am headling
At one of the biggest night clubs
In the country and I wake up
At eight o'clock in the morning
In this Star suite all by myself

Aah that's what I said "Aah"
But I did what I've always done to cheer myself up

I picked up my guitar

I sat down and wrote me a little song
Now this is how it feels to be alone
At the top of the hill and trying to figure out why

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror

'cos I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me

I must be a hell of a man
O Lord it's hard to be humble
But I'm doing the best that I can

I used to have a girlfriend
But I guess she just could'n't complete
With all of these lovestarved women
Who keep clamouring at my feet
Well I probably find me another
But I guess they're all in awe of me

Who cares I never get lonesome
Cause I treasure my own company

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror

'cos I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me

I must be a hell of a man
O Lord it's hard to be humble
But I'm doing the best that I can

I guess you can say I'm a loner

A cowboy outlaw tough and proud
Well
I could have lots of friends if I wanted
But then I wouldn't stand out from the drowd

Some folks say that I'm "egotistical
Well I don't even know what that means
I guess it has something to do with the
Way that I fill out my skintight blue jeans

Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror

'cos I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me

I must be a hell of a man
O Lord it's hard to be humble
We are doing the best that we can

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost

He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
His dreams of tomorrow surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here

He blazed the trail with Lewis and Clark
And eyeball to eyeball Ol' Wyatt backed down
He stood shoulder to shoulder with Travis in Texas
And rode with the Seventh when Custer went down

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost

Remington showed us how he looked on canvas
And Louie L'Amore has told us his tale
And Willie and Waylon and me sing about him
And wish to God we could have ridden his trail

The Old Chisholm Trail is covered in concrete now
And they truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his market never slowing to reason
Like living and dying was all he did
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost
[guitar]
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost

I'm not Lisa, my name is Julie
Lisa left you years ago
My eyes are not blue
But mine won't leave you
'Til the sunlight has touched your face

She was your morning light
Her smile told of no night
Your love for her grew
With each rising sun

And then one winter day
His hand led hers away
She left you here drowning in your tears, here
Where you've stayed for years
Crying Lisa, Lisa

I'm not Lisa, my name is Julie
Lisa left you years ago
My eyes are not blue
But mine won't leave you
'Til the sunlight shines through your face

I'm not Lisa