Good Directions
Billy Currington
Billy Currington/Rachel Thibodeau/Luke Bryan


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 light'
'There's a little country store'
'With an ol' Coke sign'
'You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell'
'For some 'a her sweet tea'
'Then a left would 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'
'It could'a been love'

I knew my ol' Ford couldn't run her down
She prob'bly 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 ol' Coke sign'
'You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell'
'For some 'a her sweet tea'
'Then a left would 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
I don't know why
But somethin' felt right
When she stopped and asked Miss Bell
For some 'a 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