(feat. George Jones)





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



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?



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



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?



Lady, you say you don't love him no more

And mister, you kick down the bedroom door

She calls you names you never heard before

And now it's a full scale war



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?



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?

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?



With a pickle in the middle

And a mustard on top