I was sittin´ there, sellin´ turnips on a flat-bed 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 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 ´bout her pretty face,
Kicking myself for not catchin´ her name.
I threw my hat and thought, "You fool, it 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 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 playin´ tricks on me,
Or am I really seein´ what I think I see.
The woman of my dreams comin´ back to me-ee-eee.
(Yeah)

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.
Momma gave her a big ole glass
And sent her right back here to me.
Thank God for good directions and turnip greens.