She never could give up the homestead on the farm Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn And the long straight road that ran from the house down to the road That went to AP Carter's Store down the logging truck she road. 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 Hiltons 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. And 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 hawk circled 'round the Clinch Mountain rocks. At the school down in Hiltons she'd read about the world Created to be conquered by this Poor Valley Girl.