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Good Directions
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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 rednecks come from'
She had Hollywood written on her license plate
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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 rednecks come from'
She had Hollywood written on her license plate
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Features Of This Song
country roots
bluegrass influences
a subtle use of vocal harmony
acoustic rhythm piano
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
a vocal-centric aesthetic
slide/pedal steel guitars
acoustic rhythm guitars
narrative lyrics
a mid-tempo two step groove

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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I knew my old Ford couldn't run her down
I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck
Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
Needin' directions and I was the man for the job
She was lost and lookin' for the interstate
There's a little country store with an old Coke sign
When she stopped in and asked Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
I was sittin' there thinkin' 'bout her pretty face
Don't know why, but somethin' felt right
Then a left will take you to the interstate
But a right will bring you right back here to me
She had to be thinkin', 'This is where rednecks come from'
Thank God for good directions and turnip greens
Kickin' myself for not catchin' her name
I threw my hat and thought, 'You fool, that coulda been love'
She went way up yonder past the caution light
Or am I really seein' what I think I see?
Then a left will take you to the interstate
She had Hollywood written on her license plate
Mama gave her a big 'ol glass and sent her right back here to me
I told her way up yonder past the caution light
You gotta stop in and ask Miss Bell for some of her sweet tea
There's a little country store with an old Coke sign
Is this Georgia heat playin' tricks on me
I told her way up yonder past the caution light
So I watched her disappear in a cloud of dust
But a right will bring you right back here to me
The woman of my dreams comin' back to me
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