—Mac Davis
Chorus:
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble
When you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror
Cause I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me
I must be a hell of a man
Oh 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 couldn't compete,
With all of these love—starved women,
Who keep clamoring at my feet
Oh I probably could 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
I guess you could say I'm a loner
A cowboy outlaw, tough, and proud
I could have lots of friends if I wanted
But then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd
Some folks say that I'm egotistical
Hell I don't even know what that means
I guess it has something to do with
The way that I fill out my skin tight blue jeans
We're doing the best that we can
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Verse and Chorus:
| I | I | I | V |
| V | V | V | I |
| I | I | I7 | IV |
| IV | I | V | I |