I'm Little But I'm Loud Lyrics

(Boudleaux Bryant - Jimmy Dickens)

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.

--- Instrumental ---

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.
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Well, 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 ---

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 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 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'm puny, short and little but I'm loud...