(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...