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