Patsy Cline
Patsy Cline
Patsy Clinewas an American country music singer. Part of the early 1960s Nashville sound, Cline successfully "crossed over" to pop music and was one of the most influential, successful and acclaimed vocalists of the 20th century. She died at the age of 30 in a multiple-fatality crash of the private plane of her manager, Randy Hughes...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionCountry Singer
Date of Birth8 September 1932
CityWinchester, VA
CountryUnited States of America
It sure gives me faith and a wonderful feeling to know how many fans and friends are wanting me well again.
You're gonna have to learn to get out there in front of those cameras and hold your head up. Take charge when you're singing.
You might say it was my return to the living that launched me as a singer. I was placed in an oxygen tent, and the doctors brought me back to life.
The final words of a domestic bully: If you leave me now furious angels will descend upon you and bring you back to me.
The one thing I wanted to do more than anything else was sing country music.
My new house is going to have wall-to-wall awards!
I can't miss a night's work and let my public down.
Boys, they can't take my refrigerator now. They'll never get my car now. I paid cash for 'em and they're mine, and I'm keepin' 'em!
I got to be constantly reassured that somebody loves me.
I suppose I could have sat back and pitied myself. For a time I wondered if I'd ever be able to go on to a stage and perform again. After a couple of weeks I began to feel I could fight my way back to health if I put my mind to it. I thought to myself: 'Pity never did anybody any good. Go on. Patsy, show 'em what you can do'
A lot of people say you've got all the loving in the world when you walk out on stage. But hell, that applause don't help you any when you're lying in that bed at night being totally ignored
Mother would come and pick me up at work and take me wherever I could get a job. Mother didn't trust anybody with me. Usually we'd get home at 3 in the morning.
I could spit dust I'm so mad. He wants to put violins on my new session. I'll die before I'll go all the way pop.
You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.