| Song | Blue Valley Songbird |
| Artist | Dolly Parton |
| Album | Hungry Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 |
| zuo ci : 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 |