Original lyrics

EN

A lot of people told me I was picked 'fore I got ripe A winter apple picked before it falls But even as a young girl, 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 pround I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it I'm like a banty rooster, in a big old rooster crowd I'm puny, short and little, but I'm proud I learned to do my singin' walkin' 'long behind a plough The singin' teachers always passed me by And so I have to sing the only way that I know how Just lean back, open up and let 'er fly I'm little, but I'm loud I'm poor, but I'm pround I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it I'm like a banty rooster, in a big old rooster crowd I'm puny, short and little, but I'm proud