Late one night I snuck off when no one else could see|I couldn't help myself, it was someone else's voice that was calling me|He said, step right in and I'll show you where us country folks call home|Little girl, do you want to go sing in that hallowed room||I want a dress that's Porter Wagoner blue|I want wagon wheels, cactus stems and rhinestones on my boots|I want to stand in the circle of that hallowed room|Feel the spirits gather around me|I want to share all my stories, sing all my songs|In a dress that's Porter Wagoner blue| |Ol' Marty Stuart fancied up my room after the big ol' flood|I guess it was a collaboration but let's just keep that between us|Sit right down in this red leather chair and run your fingers through the fringe|Kick up your boots, sing me Green Grass Of Home, me and you are gonna be good friends||Now I'm following in the footsteps of my heroes and heroines|Traveling on a big black bus wearing sparkles on my jeans|She's got a gypsy heart, some rusty parts, but Porter's picture hangs inside|And when she rolls us up to the Opry you can almost see Porter smile