Billy Currington

I was sittin' there
Sellin' turnip's on a flat bed truck
Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up
She had 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 an' 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' there
Thinkin' bout her pretty face
Kickin' myself for not catchin' her name
I threw my hat
And though you fool
It coulda been love
I new 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 an' 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
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
When she stopped in an' asked Mrs. bell for some of her sweet tea
Momma gave her a big ol' glass and sent her right back here to me
Thank God for good directions
And turnip greens