Small Y'all
Honey, you think he's got an attitude
So you treat him just a little too loose
Well, buddy, you think she's a little to cold
So you act like a two-year-old
Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
Don't it make you feel mean, Gene?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Boy, you say something bad about her brother
And girl, you say something mean about his mother
And tempers flare and insults fly
And you're both a-wantin' to die
Don't you feel like a jerk, Kirk?
Don't you feel like a ninny, Jim?
Don't it make you ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Lady, you say you don't love him no more
And mister, you kicked down the bedroom door
She called you names you never heard before
And now it's a full scale war
Don't it make you feel a-crazy, person?
Mentally ill, Bill
Don't it make you ashamed of yourself
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
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
Don't it make you feel bad, dad?
Don't it make you feel wrong, mom?
And don't it make you ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Don't it make you ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
So you treat him just a little too loose
Well, buddy, you think she's a little to cold
So you act like a two-year-old
Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
Don't it make you feel mean, Gene?
Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Boy, you say something bad about her brother
And girl, you say something mean about his mother
And tempers flare and insults fly
And you're both a-wantin' to die
Don't you feel like a jerk, Kirk?
Don't you feel like a ninny, Jim?
Don't it make you ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Lady, you say you don't love him no more
And mister, you kicked down the bedroom door
She called you names you never heard before
And now it's a full scale war
Don't it make you feel a-crazy, person?
Mentally ill, Bill
Don't it make you ashamed of yourself
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
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
Don't it make you feel bad, dad?
Don't it make you feel wrong, mom?
And don't it make you ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Don't it make you ashamed of yourself?
Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Braddock
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- "THE LOST NASHVILLE SESSIONS"
- The Honky Tonk Downstairs
- This Old Town - Live Pasadena '79
- George Jones Ultimate Collection
- Hello Darlin' (Original Musicor Records Recordings)
- Why Baby Why
- Just One More
- Old Brush Arbors (Original Musicor/Starday Records Recordings)
- Riding into the Sunset: George Jones' Cowboy Anthems
- The Complete Collection (Volume 2)
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