Yodelayheewho (feat. Maggie Antone)

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 yodelayhee, yodelayhee, yodelayhee, 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 yodelayhee, yodelayhee, yodelayhee, 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 Bless his little heart 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?