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