i used to be a country singer

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 mine