Good Directions - Hit Crew Masters

I was sitting there, selling turnips on a flat-bed truck

Crunching on a pork rind when she pulled up

She had to be thinking this is where rednecks come from

She had «Hollywood» written on her license plate

She was lost and looking for the Interstate

Needing directions and I was the man for the job

I told her, «Way up yonder past the caution lights

There’s a little country store with an old coke sign

You gotta stop 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 sitting there, thinking about her pretty face

Kicking myself for not catching her name

I threw my hat and thought, «You fool, it could have 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 lights

There’s a little country store with an old coke sign

You gotta stop 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 playing tricks on me

Or am I really seeing what I think I see

The woman of my dreams coming back to me

(Yeah)

She went way up yonder past the caution light

Don’t know why, but something felt right

When she stopped in and asked Miss Bell

For some of her sweet tea

Momma gave her a big ole glass

And sent her right back here to me

Thank God for good directions and turnip greens