A lot of folks have told me
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I was pulled 'fore I was ripe
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A winter apple picked off in the fall
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But even as a youngin'
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I was not the bashful type
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'Cause I could yell the loudest of them all.
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CHORUS
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I'm little, but I'm loud
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I'm poor, but I'm proud
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I'm countrified and I don't care who knows it
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I'm like a banty rooster
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In a big, red rooster crowd
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I'm puny, short and little, but I'm loud.
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I learned to do my singin
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Walkin' 'long behind a plow
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The singin' teachers always passed me by
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And so I have to sing
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The only way that I know how
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Just rare back, open up and let 'er fly.
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CHORUS
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I sang a special solo song
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In church one Sunday morn'
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And I was plumb embarassed to my chin
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I hit a high note, looked around
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And sure as I was born
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Two cows and fourteen hogs were walkin' in.
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CHORUS
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I'm Little But I'm Loud
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| Little Jimmy Dickens |
