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 an' 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 the plow
The singing teachers always passed me by
And so I have to sing the only way that I 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
I'm countrified an' 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 skin
I hit a high note, looked around and sure as I was born
Two cows and fourteen hogs came walkin' in!

I'm little but I'm loud, I'm poor but I'm proud
I'm countrified an' 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