Good Directions

I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up She had to be thinkin' "This is where 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 (hey) 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 old glass and sent her right back here to me Thank God for good directions, and turnip greens