(jimmy dickens/boudleaux bryant)
Im puny short and little but Im loud
I learned to do my singing walking long behind a plow
The singing teacher always passed me by
And so I have to sing the only way that I know how
Just rear back open up and let her fly
Im little but Im loud
Im poor but Im proud
Im countrified an I dont care who knows it
Im like a banty rooster in a big red rooster crowd
Im puny short and little but Im loud
Im puny short and little but Im loud