|_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ |_ _ _ | I was sitting in my hotel room Strumming my old guitar Not much to do when you're far away Playing some smoky bar I was feeling a little empty And feeling 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 F G g6,3 a5,0 b5,2 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 feeling down And I can't find a happy tune I just think of 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"               "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