A lots of folks have told me I got poor For I got right a winter apple picked up in the fall But even as a youngin' 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
I learned to do my singing walking 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 Well I'm little but I'm loud
Well I sang a special solo song in church one Sunday morn And I was plumbin' barest to my skin I hit a high and turn around and as sure as I was burn Two cows and fourteen hearses come walking in I'm little but I'm loud
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