I was sittin' in my hotel room, strummin' my old guitar Not much to do when you're far away, playin' some smokey 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 forgot 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 mineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
