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Kenny Chesney - Small Y'all (Feat. George Jones)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Stimme und Gesang
George Jones
George Jones
Stimme und Gesang
John Hobbs
John Hobbs
Klavier
Sonny Garrish
Sonny Garrish
Stahlgitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Bobby Braddock
Bobby Braddock
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Kenny Chesney
Kenny Chesney
Produzent:in
Buddy Cannon
Buddy Cannon
Produzent:in
Butch Carr
Butch Carr
Zusätzliche:r Ingenieur:in
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Gordon Hammond
Gordon Hammond
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Greg Lawrence
Greg Lawrence
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
John Netti
John Netti
Ingenieurassistent:in
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mischtechniker:in
Kyle Ford
Kyle Ford
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Lowell Reynolds
Lowell Reynolds
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Seth Morton
Seth Morton
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Steve Blackmon
Steve Blackmon
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Tim Brennan
Tim Brennan
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Tony Castle
Tony Castle
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

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
Written by: Bobby Braddock
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