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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 memories 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 Because the Blue Valley songbird Is singing tonight One nighter's, honky tonk's, 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 Nobody here could forget you You showed us what we had to lose You never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues No, no you never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues You never planned on the bombs in the sand Or sleeping in your dress blues I can be your right of way So we can get out of here I've always been the one Who runs from everyone 'Cause everyone's just too weird Sink with someone tied to me I'm making you volunteer Another one has come and gone, they crawl along Make them disappear Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Dying to get my blood on you Blood on you Take another stab at me I promise in time I'll heal But yesterday went on and on, a bit too long I waited out on high street There's nothing to find out here Another day has come and gone, they crawl along Wasting all these years Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Tired of wearing black and blue Dress me up in stitches It's now or never Dying to get my blood on you How can you go on When you're murdering someone
Crafted from stretch crepe, it features a dramatic sweep train and a flattering V-neckline
Fun fact: Andrea Pitter was The Knot magazine cover star for its 25th anniversary in 2021
The bride should be the most dressed-up person in the room, and your job is to look beautiful one clear step behind her
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