Small Y’all

[Verse 1: Kenny Chesney]
Honey, you think he's got an attitude
So you treat him just a little too rude
Buddy, you think she's a little too cold
So you act like a two year old

[Chorus: Kenny Chesney]
Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
Don't it make you feel mean, Jean?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

[Verse 2: Kenny Chesney]
Boy, you say something bad about her brother
Girl, you say something mean about his mother
Tempers flare and insults fly
And you're both wanting to die

[Chorus: Kenny Chesney]
Don't you feel like a jerk, Kirk?
Don't you feel like a ninny, Jenny?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

[Verse 3: George Jones]
Lady, you say you don't love him no more
And mister, you kicked down the bedroom door
She calls you names you never heard before
And now it's a full scale war

[Chorus: George Jones]
Don't it make you feel crazy, Daisy?
Mentally ill, Bill?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

[Verse 4: Kenny Chesney & George Jones]
Six o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten
The neighbors all know that you're at it again
And two little kids just a few feet away
Hear every word you say

[Chorus: Kenny Chesney & George Jones]
Don't it make you feel bad, Dad?
Don't it make you feel wrong, Mom?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?

[Outro: Kenny Chesney]
With a pickle in the middle
And a mustard on top