I'm Little But I'm Loud
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 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
[ steel - fiddle ] 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 that I'd know how
Just rear back open up and let her fly
I'm little but I'm loud I'm poor but I'm proud...
[ steel - harmonica ] 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 born
Two cows and fourteen herses come walking in
I'm little but I'm loud I'm poor but I'm proud...
I'm puny short and little but I'm loud
