[Verse 1: Jimmy Dickens]
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 youngen'
I was not the bashful type
'Cause I could yell the loudest of them all
[Chorus: Jimmy Dickens]
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
[Verse 2: Jimmy Dickens]
I learned to do my singing
Walking 'long behind a plow
The singing teachers always pa**ed me by
And so I have to sing
The only way that I know how
Just rare back, open up and let her fly
[Chorus: Jimmy Dickens]
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
[Verse 3: Jimmy Dickens]
I sang a special solo song
In church one Sunday morn
And I was plumb embarra**ed to my skin
I hit a high note, looked around
And sure as I was born
Two cows and fourteen hogs came walking in
[Chorus: Jimmy Dickens]
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