I'm Little But I'm Loud

(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.



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...