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