I was sitting there selling turnips on a flatbed truck
Crunching on a pork run when she pulled up
She had to be thinking this is where e next 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 ** 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 thought you fool it could've been love
I knew my old for couldn't run her down
She probably didn't like me anyhow
So I watched her disappear into a cloud of love
I told her way up yonder past the caution light
There's a little country store with an old ** sign
You gotta stop and ask miss bell
For some of her sweet tea
Then a left will take you to the interstate
But it 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 belt 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 turn greens