A lot of folks have told me, I was pulled 'fore I got ripe A winter apple picked off in the fall But even as a youngin', I was not the bashful type 'Cause I could yell the loudest of 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
I learned to do my singin', walkin' 'long behind a plow The singin' teachers always passed me by And so I have to sing the only way that I know how Just rare back, open up and let 'er fly
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
I sang a special solo song in church one Sunday morn' And I was plumb embarrassed to my chin I hit a high note, looked around and sure as I was born Two cows and fourteen hogs were walkin' in
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