Tennessee mafia jug band lyrics

Alot of folks have told me i was pulled before i got ripe
A winter apple picked of in the fall
But even as a youngster i was not the bashful type
For 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 banty rooster in a big red rooster crowd,
I'm puny, short, and little but i'm loud
I've leared to do my singing behind the plow
The singing teacher 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 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 embarassed to my chin
I hit a high note, looked around
And sure as I was born
Two cows and fourteen hogs were walkin' in.