I
was
(C) sitting in my
(F) hotel room,
(G) strumming my old gui(C)tar
Not
(Am) much to do when you're
(Em) far away, (F)
playing
some smokey (G) bar
I was
(C) feeling a little
(F) empty and
(G) feeling a little
(C) blue
When the
(Am) maid came in and (Em)
asked
me if (F)
she
could do my (G) room
(C)
I
put down my (F) old
guitar and (G) she
gave me a (C) smile
She had
a (Am) crusty
voice and a (Em) drinker's
look
But she
(F) had a friendly
(G) style
She
(C) dusted my room and
(F) made my bed and she
(G) talked of days gone (C)
by
She
(Am) spoke of when she
(Em) wooed the men, a
(F) tear came to her
(C) eye
And
she
said, (G) "I
used to be a country (Am) singer
(G)
I
could sing a mean Patsy (Em) Cline
(Am)
My
(F) husband he could
(Am7/E) yodel like Wilf
(Dm) Carter
(F)
Kitty
Wells was a (G) real
good friend of (C) 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"
(F)
Kitty
Wells was a (G) real
good friend of (Am) mine
(Em)
(F)
Kitty
Wells was a (G) real
good friend of (C) mine