V E R S E 1

I never chased the spotlight, never needed fancy things

just a roof that didn’t leak and the song a good wife sings

We scraped by on Ridgeway, paint on my hands and calluses deep;

but every night I’d thank the Lord for the little we could keep

Didn’t have silver or gold, but I had love that held me tight

and a heart that learned early - pride’s a heavy fight

C H O R U S

Humble at heart, that’s all I aim to be

Down on my knees where the truth sets me free

No crown on my head, no throne in my name

just a working man’s prayer in the pourin’ rain

Thank You for the broken roads that brought me this far

Lord, keep me humble at heart

V E R S E 2

When the boss showed his colors, dumping drums in the dark

I could’ve looked away, kept quiet for the spark

but a family was countin’ on me to do right

so I picked up that phone, stepped into the light

lost the job, gained my peace, walked away clean

‘cause a man with nothin’ left still knows what he means

C H O R U S

Humble at heart, that’s all I aim to be

Down on my knees where the truth sets me free

No crown on my head, no throne in my name

just a working man’s prayer in the pourin’ rain

Thank You for the battles that taught me to bend

Lord, keep me humble at heart until the end

B R I D G E

I’ve buried dreams and loved ones, watched the world change too fast

Seen flags fly high and heroes fade into the past

but through every tear and every mile I’ve roamed;

your grace was the anchor that called me home

I don’t need the world’s applause or a bigger piece of pie

Just to stand before You someday and hear You say, “Well done, my child.”

V E R S E 3

Now the kids are growin’, life’s still throwing curves

But I wake up grateful for the breath I don’t deserve

Old Glory waves, and I still feel that fire

but the real glory’s in the One who lifts me higher

so I’ll keep these hands open, and these boots on the ground

Trustin’ in the quiet, where real blessings are found

F I N A L C H O R U S

Humble at heart, that’s all I aim to be

Down on my knees where the truth sets me free

No crown on my head, no throne in my name

Just a thankful soul callin’ out Your name

Thank You for the journey, for the love, for the scars

Lord, keep me humble at heart

O U T R O

Yeah, humble at heart […] that’s where the real riches start.