Lyrics

A lots of folks have told me I was poor for I got right
A winter apple picked up in the fall
But even as a young'n I was not the bashful type
Cause I could yell up loud to stop them all
I'm little but I'm loud I'm poor but I'm proud
I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it
I'm like a Banty Rooster in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny short and little but I'm loud
[ guitar ]
I learned to do my singin' walkin' long behind a plow
The singing teacher always passed me by
And so I had to sing the only way I know how just rear back open up and let her fly
I'm little but I'm loud...
[ fiddle ]
I sang a special solo song in church one Sunday morn
And I was plumbin' barest to my skin
I hit a high and looked around and as sure as I was born
Two cows and fourteen herses come walkin' in
I'm little but I'm loud...