Letra de Poor Valley Girl
She never could give up the homestead on the farm Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn And the long straight rows that ran From the house down to the road That runs to AP Carter's store on the logging truck she rodeOh, she would sit and gaze at the foggy mountain top Where the swift hawk circled round the Clinch Mountain rocks At the school down in Hiltons she would read about the world Created to be conquered by this Poor Valley girlHer mother was an Addington from over copper creek Her father was of steady stock, she was royal but meek Her laughter was infectious, her music was pure joy She'd win the hearts of man men as she did many a boyHer mother became famous, Maybelle and her guitar With sisters Helen and Anita, the family was four star She gave the world two daughters And a son with auburn curls And I thank God that he gave me This sweet Poor Valley girlOh, she would sit and gaze at the foggy mountain top Where the swift hawk circled round the Clinch Mountain rocks At the school down in Hiltons she would read about the world Created to be conquered by this Poor Valley girl