There she stood at an old bus stop Of a dusty country road On my way to New York City I was looking for a show So I pulled up and I asked her Will you help me find my way? I must get to West Virginia And I need a place to stay That was on a summer evening Back in 1949 She said: Hoss I do directions Long as you give me a ride As we road on that old Buick She was hummin' an old tune Said: Someday I will be a singer Would you care to sing along? So we sang into the evening For the next so many miles Till we made it to Virginia Where we had to say Goodbyes That was on a summer morning Back in 1949 She said: Hoss, next time I see you Will be under neon lights As the years rolled away From that old Winchester road I became a man of fortune I had fame and I had gold And she did write her own story She is a star on her own right Saw her name in every paper Every state a new headline Made me think of that one evening Back in 1949 We were just EP and Ginny Singing songs under the sky Then one day at the Grand Ole' Opry Her prediction did come true On a stage behind the curtains On show to help Saint Judes Soon as we saw one another We embraced into a hug And she whispered in my ears Please don't let them ever know They will make a major circus They will make a major fuss Of our lovely summer story On that dusty country road As I gazed upon her eyes For the very last time She slipped a photo into my pocket Said: Keep this one close to you heart There we were with that old Buick Parked accross her Kent Street Home Keepin' us the greatest secret That the Opry never told Of the Queen of Country Music And the King of Rock and Roll But we were just EP and Ginny Maybe someday they will know