Embers floating on a south bound breeze Somewhere between heaven and tall pine trees Heartland I'm missing you, Guitar banging through the night I'm feeling pretty good, yeah, I'm feeling alright But good is one for the price of two Been a long time gone, if the truth be told Since I've seen my home Hey, Curtis Loew, come save my soul With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd Buy me a ticket, Lord, put me on a train Don't matter how I get there, I'd even walk through the rain Southland, I'm missing you When the sky is high and the moon is low I'll find some country tunes playing on the radio And I know I'm there Lord, I'll know I'm there Been a long time gone, if the truth be told Since I've seen my home Hey, Curtis Loew, come on save my soul With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd It's been a long time gone, if the truth be told Since I've seen my home Hey, Curtis Loew, come save my soul With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd With a bar, guitar, and a honky-tonk crowd

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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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