Poor Valley Girl Acordes

	  

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She never could give up the homestead on the farm 
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Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco barn,  

And the long straight road that ran from the house down to the road 
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That went to AP Carter's Store, down the logging truck she road. 
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Oh, she'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top 
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Where the swift hawk circled 'round the Clinch Mountain rocks. 
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At the school down in Hiltons, she'd read about the world 
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Created to be conquered by this Poor Valley Girl. 

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Her mother was an Addington, from over Copper Creek 
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Her father was of sturdy stock, she was royal but meek. 

Her laughter was infectious, her music was pure joy. 
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And she'd win the hearts of many men, as she had many a boy. 
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Her mother became famous, Maybelle and her guitar 
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With sisters Helen and Anita, the family was four star. 

She gave the world two daughters, and a son with auburn curls 
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And I thank God that he gave me this sweet Poor Valley Girl. 

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Oh, she'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain top 
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Where the swift hawk circled 'round the Clinch Mountain rocks. 
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At the school down in Hiltons, she'd read about the world 
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Created to be conquered by this Poor Valley Girl.