(jimmy dickens/boudleaux bryant)

I'm puny short and little but i'm 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

I'm little but i'm loud
I'm poor but i'm proud
I'm countrified an 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