Capo: 3rd Fret

(verse 1)
                    DI (xx0232@1)was sittin' there, sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck
  CCrunchin' (x32010@1)on a pork rind when she pulled up
   G (320003@1)                          C (x32010@1)                 AShe (x02220@1)had to be thinkin "this is where rednecks come from"

(verse 2)
DShe (xx0232@1)had Hollywood written on her license plate
CShe (x32010@1)was lost and lookin for the interstate
G (320003@1)                    C (x32010@1)                  DNeedin' (xx0232@1)directions and I was the man for the job

(chorus)
           G (320003@1)                      AI (x02220@1)told her way up yonder past the caution light
           G (320003@1)                         AThere's (x02220@1)a little country store with an old coke sign
           G (320003@1)                A (x02220@1)                     
You gotta stop and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
      G (320003@1)                       AThen (x02220@1)a left will take you to the interstate 
      G (320003@1)                  A(one (x02220@1)strum)
And a right will bring you right back here to me

(verse 1 chords)
                    DI (xx0232@1)was sittin' there, thinkin 'bout her perty face
  CKickin' (x32010@1)myself for not catching her name
G (320003@1)                          C (x32010@1)                 DI (xx0232@1)threw my hat and thought, you fool, it could have been love

(verse 2)
                    DI (xx0232@1)knew my old Ford couldn't run her down,
  Cshe (x32010@1)probably didn't like me anyhow
G (320003@1)                          C (x32010@1)              DSo (xx0232@1)I watched her disappear into a cloud of dust

(chorus)

(bridge)
        G (320003@1)                   AIs (x02220@1)this Georgia heat playin' tricks on me
     G (320003@1)                      AOr (x02220@1)am I really seein' what I think I see
   G (320003@1)             A (x02220@1)              CThe (x32010@1)woman of my dreams comin' back to me

(chorus chords)

She went way up yonder past the caution light

Don't know why, but somethin' felt right

When she stopped and asked Ms. Bell
 
For some of her sweet tea

Mama gave her a big ol' glass and

Sent her right back here to me

G (320003@1)               A (x02220@1)           NC
Thank God for good directions, and turnip greens