~~GOOD DIRECTIONS~~





by Billy Currington



Good Directions


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 the 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 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 sittin’ there thinkin’ ‘bout her pretty face
Kickin’ myself for not catchin’ her name
I threw my hat and thought, “You fool, that coulda
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 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


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
Mama gave her a big ‘ol glass and sent her right
back here to me


Thank God for good directions…and turnip greens


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