(Boudleaux Bryant - Jimmy Dickens)

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.

--- Instrumental ---

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, 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.

--- Instrumental ---

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 horses come 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...