She was born in a place called blue valley At the foot of the tennessee hills With the blue birds and blue bells And blue mountain water And the sound of the blue whippoorwill But there was no peace in the valley Her daddy, a cruel, ruthless man Used and abused her mind and her body So her mama said run while you can So at fifteen she took to the highway Belongings and guitar in hand And she buried herself in her music The one thing she did understand And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet Her voice has that high, lonesome sound She hurts, and her songs are the best way to show it So the blue valley songbird keeps traveling around She hopes someday she will make it And everyone says that she will When she comes to town, crowds flock around To see the girl from the tennessee hills She writes her letter back home to her mama In care of the preacher in town They're sacred to her so she reads them at church And so her daddy cannot track her down
And she sings like a bird and she cries like a baby Whenever she turns off the lights She's a whole lot lonesome and a little bit crazy From mem'ries and miseries and dreams gone awry
Blue dress, blue shoes, a blue cadillac A band dressed in blue by her side Instruments tied to the top and the back 'cause the blue valley songbird is singing tonight
One nighters, honky tonks, years flying by She never made it, but lord knows she tries Expressing the feelings she holds inside And the blue valley songbird is singing tonight Oh the blue valley songbird is singing tonight
And she sings like a bird and she writes like a poet
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