(Dolly Parton) 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