(feat. George Jones)
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Honey, you think he's got an attitude
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So you treat him just a little too rude
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Buddy, you think she's a little too cold
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So you act like a two year old
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Don't it make you feel low, Joe?
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Don't it make you feel mean, Jean?
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Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
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Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
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Boy, you say something bad about her brother
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Girl, you say something mean about his mother
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Tempers flare and insults fly
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And you're both wanting to die
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Don't you feel like a jerk, Kirk?
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Don't you feel like a ninny, Jenny?
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Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
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Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
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Lady, you say you don't love him no more
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And mister, you kick down the bedroom door
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She calls you names you never heard before
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And now it's a full scale war
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Don't it make you feel crazy, Daisy?
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Mentally ill, Bill?
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Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
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Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
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Six o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten
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The neighbors, all know that you're at it again
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And two little kids just a few feet away
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Hear every word you say
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Don't it make you feel bad, Dad?
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Don't it make you feel wrong, Mom?
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Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
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Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
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Don't it make you feel ashamed of yourself?
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Don't it make you feel small, y'all?
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With a pickle in the middle
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And a mustard on top
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Small Y'all
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Kenny Chesney |