Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maggie Antone
Vocals
Willow Avalon
Vocals
Tofer Brown
Piano
Darryl Rahn
Acoustic Guitar
Ned Steves
Bass
Noah Rauchwerk
Drums
Jack McLoughlin
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Willow Avalon
Songwriter
JR Atkins
Songwriter
Tofer Brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Willow Avalon
Producer
JR Atkins
Producer
Tofer Brown
Producer
John Rooney
Engineer
Ian Sefchick
Mastering Engineer
Bryan Brown
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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?
Writer(s): Tofer Brown, James Ryan Atkins, Willow Martin
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