Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Billy Currington
Lead Vocals
Eddie Bayers
Drums
Glenn Worf
Bass Guitar
Gary Prim
Keyboards
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
Smith Curry
Dobro
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
Glen Mitchell
Electric Guitar
John Willis
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Bryan
Songwriter
Rachel Thibodeau
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Carson Chamberlain
Producer
Bart Busch
Recording Engineer
Matt Rovey
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Kelton
Mixing Engineer
Ken Love
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was sitting there selling turnips on a flatbed truck
Crunching on a pork rind when she pulled up
She had to be thinking, this is where rednecks come from
She had Hollywood written on her license plate
She was lost and looking for the interstate
Needing directions and I was the man for the job
[Chorus]
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 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
[Verse 2]
I was sitting there thinking 'bout her pretty face
Kicking myself for not catching her name
I threw my hat and thought, you fool, it 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 into a cloud of dust
[Chorus]
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 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
[Bridge]
Is this Georgia heat playing tricks on me
Or am I really seeing what I think I see?
The woman of my dreams coming back to me
[Chorus]
She went way up yonder, past the caution light
Don't know why, but something felt right
When she stopped in and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Mama gave her a big old glass and sent her right back here to me
[Outro]
Thank God for good directions
And turnip greens
Written by: Luke Bryan, Rachel Thibodeau