I Used to Be a Country Singer - Gordon Lightfoot

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