Poor Valley Radio

I smell the smoke I feel the flames
So pull the truck into the garage
A hold all full of cash & a change of name
We’re heading back to poor valley

Dark haired true lover on the whispering radio
A message from the heart of the world
Back in Poor Valley one lonely orphan child
Is riding the airwaves into space

When the house burnt down
She came back to town
Smoke still on her clothes
She bought a new guitar
And planned to stay right here
Roots deep in the ground

We nudged the car beneath a shady apple tree
And said our vows in the backseat
When I die baby will your bury me up on the hill
Standing upright in a glass coffin

So I can see the land
That slipped right through my hands
And we’ll stay here in Poor Valley
It’s not where I belong
But things kept going wrong
Everyone I had is gone

Well she got drunk...She got sick
Her hands seized up...Her voice got paper thing
Now who in the world is gonna help?
Those songs aren’t gonna sign themselves