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I ain't your mama
And you ain't my man
So you aren't my problem
Won't be again
But you keep knockin'
Like I'd forget
When you start talkin'
It just smells like shit

So yodelayhee yodelayhee yodelayhee
Who do you think you are?
With your too tight jeans and your broke down car
So yodel-ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay, why would I care
That your little band's playing bars and no one's there

And you ain't a big man by any means
The only thing that's big on you is your dreams
And if I'm honest, Lord knows I am
You were a momentary laps of judgement I'll never understand

So yodelayhee yodelayhee yodelayhee
Who do you think you are?
With your too tight jeans and your broke down car
So yodel-ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay, why would I care
That your little band's playing bars and no one's there

You can try your best but you'll never leave
That little town riding on my sleeves
You can tell them all that you broke my heart
But yodelayhee yodelayhee yodelayhee
Who do you think you are?

Who the hell do you think you are?
Hell if I know [*giggles*]
Bless his little heart [*giggles*]

You can try your best but you'll never leave
That little town riding on my sleeves
You can tell them all that you broke my heart
But yodel-ay, yodel-ay, yodel-ay
Who do you think you are?

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