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GShe never could give up the homestead on the faDrm
Where they handed off tobacco in the big tobacco bGarn,
And the long straight road that ran from the house down to the road
That wDent to AP Carter's Store, down the logging truck she rGoad.
Oh, shCe'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain tGop
Where the swDift hawk circled 'round the Clinch Mountain roGcks.
At the schCool down in Hiltons, she'd read about the woGrld
CreDated to be conquered by this Poor Valley GiGrl.
GHer mother was an Addington, from over Copper CrDeek
Her father was of sturdy stock, she was royal but mGeek.
Her laughter was infectious, her music was pure joy.
And shDe'd win the hearts of many men, as she had many a bGoy.
GHer mother became famous, Maybelle and her guDitar
With sisters Helen and Anita, the family was four stGar.
She gave the world two daughters, and a son with auburn curls
And I thaDnk God that he gave me this sweet Poor Valley GGirl.
Oh, shCe'd sit and she'd gaze at the foggy mountain tGop
Where the swDift hawk circled 'round the Clinch Mountain roGcks.
At the schCool down in Hiltons, she'd read about the woGrld
CreDated to be conquered by this Poor Valley GiGrl.
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