Down Home Girl

Well, I swear your perfume, baby

Is made out of turnip greens

Every time I kiss you girl

Tastes like pork and beans

Even though you're wearin'

Those up-town high heels

I can tell from your giant step

You've been walkin' through the cotton fields

Oh, you're so down home girl

Every time your monkey jive

Takes my breath away

Well, every time you move like that, girl

I got to get down and pray

Girl, you know that dress you're wearin'

Made out of fiberglass

Every time you move like that, girl

I got to go to Sunday Mass

Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm gonna take you to the muddy river

And push you in

So I can watch the water roll on

Down your velvet skin

I'm gonna take you down to New Orleans

Down in Dixie Land

So I can watch you do the second line

With an umbrella in your hand

Oh, you're so down home girl