I was sitting there selling turnips on a flatbed 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 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 about 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 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 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 old glass

And sent her right back here to me

Thank God for good directions

And turnip greens