I'm Little But I'm Loud Lyrics - Connie Smith

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 

[ 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 I know how just rear back open up and let her fly 

Well I'm little but I'm loud... 

[ steel - ac.guitar ] 

Well 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 burn 

Two cows and fourteen herses come walking in 

I'm little but I'm loud... 

I'm puny short and little but I'm loud