Lyrics:

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 Mrs. 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' at thinkin' 'bout her pretty face
Kickin' 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 light
There's a little country store with an old Coke sign
You gotta stop in and ask Mrs. Bell for some of her sweet tea

Then a left will take you to the interstate
But a right
Will bring ya 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
You gotta stop in and asked Mrs. Bell for some of her sweet tea

Mama gave her a big 'ol glass and sent 'er right back her to me
Thank God, for good directions, and turnip greens