Good Directions

I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck

Crunchin' or a pork rind when she pulled up

She had to be thinkin': This is where the rednecks come from

She had Hollywood written on her license plate

She was lost and lookin' for the interstate

Needin' directions and I was the man for the job

I told her: Way up yonder past the caution light

There's a little country store with an old Coke sign

You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea

Then a left will take you to the interstate

But a right will bring you right back here to me

I was sittin' there thinkin' 'bout her pretty face

Kickin' myself for not catchin' her name

I threw my hat and thought: You fool, that coulda been love

I knew my old Ford couldn't run her down

She probably didn't like me anyhow

So I watched her disappear into a cloud of dust

I told her: Way up yonder past the caution light

There's a little country store with an old Coke sign

You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea

Then a left will take you to the interstate

But a right will bring you right back here to me

Is this Georgia heat playin' tricks on me

Or am I really seein' what I think I see?

The woman of my dreams comin' back to me

She went way up yonder past the caution light

Don't know why, but somethin' felt right

When she stopped in and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea

Mama gave her a big 'ol glass and sent her right back here to me

Thank God for good directions and turnip greens