On My Way to Hooterville (Pt. 3)

Lyrics

On my way to a festival up in Canada A volunteer met my plane, a foggy day She's there to drive me to a house in town Where I'm assigned to stay I am sleep deprived and cranky All I want is to lie down In the car she casually says "I don't make left hand turns" As we drive into town She explains she just got her license Turning left makes her too scared So we'll have to take a right, do a U-turn She laughed don't worry I'll get you there We finally arrive at our destination Wе knock, a young girl opens the door We ask for hеr parents She says they're at work And what are we here for? I explain I'm the American musician Who is staying with them for a while "Come in! You can have my room!" She says with a shy friendly smile So we drag my bags down a long hallway She flings her bedroom door open wide It's a room cluttered wall to wall to wall with stuff 'I'll clean it up right now!' she cried This little girl is on her way to being a hoarder I tell her on second thought I'm gonna go I noticed a hotel a couple blocks back But the little girl said, "No no no!" I tell her sweetheart I am too cranky and tired Tell your parents thank you for me The volunteer drives to me back to that hotel Where I fell asleep immediately I wake up with my cellphone ringing The festival office wanted to know what was wrong? They said the family waited for my arrival All day long The woman who can't make left hand turns Has other problems, I guess Turns out she brought me to Yup, the wrong address What if the parents had come home to find A cranky American folksinger sleeping in their daughter's bed? Ah, they're Canadians, they'd probably laugh Make me dinner instead Or at least offer me a cup of tea And when I had my fill I'd wave goodbye to Canada 'cause I'm on my way to Hooterville I don't make left hand turns Come in, you can have my room! The carpet is soft as a dream I can't see in the dark