Willie Nelson - It's Hard to Be Humble Live at Celebrity Theatre 5/21/19

Introduction:

“It’s Hard to Be Humble” is a humorous country song that playfully celebrates self-deprecation and boasts about one’s own achievements. The song was originally written and recorded by American country music artist Mac Davis in 1980. It quickly became a popular hit, reaching the 10th spot on the U.S. Billboard Country chart. The song’s popularity has endured, with numerous artists covering it over the years. One notable cover version was recorded by Willie Nelson in 2019, adding his signature twang and gravelly voice to the already catchy tune.   

Mac Davis’ original version of “It’s Hard to Be Humble” remains a classic country song, and its popularity has only grown over time. The song’s catchy melody and humorous lyrics have made it a favorite among fans of country music and beyond. Willie Nelson’s cover version adds a unique twist to the song, showcasing his distinctive vocal style and further solidifying its place in country music history.

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