Yodelayheewho (feat. Maggie Antone)

I ain't your momma, and you ain't my man

So you aren't my problem, won't be again

But you keep knocking, like I 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 is 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 by morning, Lord knows I am

You were momentarily lapse 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 is playing bars and no one's there

You can try your best, but you'll never leave

That little town riding on my sleeves

Or 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

Or you can tell them all that you broke my heart but

Yodelayhee, yodelayhee, yodelayhee, who do you think you are?