Princess Valerie
This is the story of Valerie Rose
Tied up and weighted sleeping below
Once was a lass picking flowers by the road
This is the story of Valerie Rose
Afternoon Sunday dandelion sun
Here come that heat wave dust on the run
Along come a man out but a day
Gave her some candy and took her away
Hear her long lonely cry
From the bottom of a river that won't ever dry
Fow it's too late for Valerie
Out come the hounds pickin through the brush
Found that old rag doll she loved so much
Gone was the scent gone was the girl
That was the story of Valerie's world
Hear her long lonely cry
From the bottom of a river that won't ever dry
Now it's too late for Valerie
Hear her long lonely cry
From the bottom of a river that won't ever dry
Now it's too late for Valerie
Princess Valerie... Princess Valerie... Valerie...