Original lyrics

EN

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 [ steel - fiddle ] 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 that I'd 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... [ steel - harmonica ] 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 puny short and little but I'm loud