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 rode

Oh, 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

Her 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 boy

Her 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 girl

Oh, 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