I was sitting there selling turnips on a flatbed truck
Munching 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 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 sitting there thinking 'bout her pretty face
Kicking myself for not catching her name
I threw my hat and thought, "You fool, that could've 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 playing tricks on me
Or am I really seeing what I think I see
The woman of my dreams coming back to me

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

Thank God for good directions and turnip greens