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 went to A.P. Carter's store down the loggin' truck she rode

Oh, she'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top

Where the swift hawk circled 'round the Clinch Mountain rocks

At the school down in Hilton's, she'd 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 sturdy stock, she was royal but meek

Her laughter was infectious, her music was pure joy

She'd win the hearts of many men as she had 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'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top

Where the swift hawks circled 'round the Clinch Mountain rocks

At the school down in Hilton's, she'd read about the world

Created to be conquered by this poor valley girl