Good Directions

Good Directions - Billy Currington

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,

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

In 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