Lots of folks have told me
I was poor before I got right
A winter apple picked off in the fall
I was not the bashful type
Cause I could yell loud to stop them all
I'm cuntified and I don't
in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny, short and little,
I learned to do my singing
walking long behind a plow
The singing teachers always pass me by
the only way that I know how
Just right back open up and let her fly
I'm country fat and I don't
in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny, short, and little,
I sang a special solo song
in church one Sunday mornin'
And I was plum embarrassed to my skin
looked around and sure I was born,
two cows and fourteen hogs
I'm country -fied and I don't
in a big red rooster crowd
I'm puny, short and little but I'm loud