I was sittin' in my hotel room strummin' my old guitar
Not much to do when you're far away playin' some smoky bar
I was feelin' a little empty and feelin' a little blue
When the maid came in and asked me if she could do my room
I put down my old guitar and she gave me a smile
She had a crusty voice and a drinker's look, but she had a friendly style
She dusted my room and made my bed and she talked of days gone by
She spoke of when she wooed the men
A tear came to her eye
And she said:
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean Patsy Cline
My husband, he could yodel like Wilf Carter
Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine
She told me that her husband died and her son was overseas
I could tell by her eyes and her broken smile she was lonely just like me
She asked me if I'd listen to a tape of when she was young
She said I can't sing now, I forget the words and my voice is almost gone
And she said:
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean Patsy Cline
My husband, he could yodel like Wilf Carter
Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine
Oh, I cried inside but I couldn't tell if it was for her or for me
So I grabbed my axe and we sang a song in two part harmony
Ever since that day when I'm feelin' down and I can't find a happy tune
I just think if that maid and the feeling she gave
When she came to clean my room
And she said:
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean Patsy Cline
My husband, he could yodel like Wilf Carter
Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine
And she said:
I used to be a country singer
I could sing a mean Patsy Cline
My husband, he could yodel like Wilf Carter
Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine
Kitty Wells was a real good friend of mine