Lyrics

Yeah some might say
That I drew the shortest straw
I live a life of hard work
But hard work's made me strong
And I don't mind breaking my back
And working with these two hands
It's the talent that God gave me
And I'm proud of what I am
And most days
I feel pretty good in my skin
But then somebody like you comes around
Your head high showing your chin
It makes me feel
A little less than I am
But then I remember God
Is no respecter of man
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It's clear to see
You think you're better than me
I'm catching that sideways look
That you're giving me
Your big ole house
Your fancy cars
And all your pretty things
You're shoving them in my face
Like they mean something
It's the strangest thing
The way your treating me
I don't see a throne
A sure as hell don't see a king
I bet your house is full of mirrors
I bet you love what you see
Yeah humble ain't a word
In your vocabulary
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Well there's high class and middle class
And a little bit lower class
You're on another level
You got no class
And I learned back in Sunday school
When I was a young man
We're all created equal
I bet you skipped that day in class
And what you've got he gave to you
And he can sure take it away
So be humble and kind to those that have less
Cause it may be you one day
Yeah I'll be fine
I'm making my way
With help from the Lord above
And you might be my enemy
But I'll pray for you and show love
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And what you've got he gave to you
And he can sure take it away
So be humble and kind to those that have less
Cause it may be you one day
Yeah I'll be fine I'm making my way
With help from the Lord above
And you might be my enemy
But I’ll pray for you and show you love