Little Milton Follow

A winter apple picked off in the fall
But even as a youngin', I was not the bashful type
'Cause I could yell the loudest of 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

I learned to do my singin', walkin' 'long behind a plow
The singin' teachers always passed me by
And so I have to sing the only way that I know how
Just rare back, open up and let 'er fly

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

I sang a special solo song in church one Sunday morn'
And I was plumb embarrassed to my chin
I hit a high note, looked around and sure as I was born
Two cows and fourteen hogs were walkin' in

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

A winter apple picked off in the fall
But even as a youngin', I was not the bashful type