Poor Valley Girl

<p>[Verse]<br/>She could never give up the homestead on the farm<br/>Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn<br/>And the long straight rows that ran<br/>From the house down to the road<br/>That runs to AP Carter&#x27;s store on the logging truck she rode<br/>She would sit and gaze at the foggy mountain top<br/>As the swift hawk circled round the Clinch Mountain rocks<br/>At the school down in Hiltons she would read about the world<br/>Created to be conquered by this Poor Valley girl<br/>Her mother was an Addington from over copper creek<br/>Her father was of solid stock; she was royal but meek<br/>Her laughter was infectious, her music was pure joy<br/>She&#x27;d win the hearts of man men as she did many a boy<br/>Her mother became famous, Maybelle and her guitar<br/>With sisters Helen and Anita, the family was four star<br/>June gave the world two daughters<br/>And a son with auburn curls<br/>And I thank God that he gave me<br/>This sweet Poor Valley girl