Down Home Girl

Lord I swear the perfume you wearWas made out of turnip greensAnd everytime I kiss you girlIt tastes like pork and beansEven though you're wearin' themCitified high heelsI can tell by your giant stepYou been walkin' through the cotton fieldsOh, you're so down home girlEverytime you monkey childYou take my breath awayAnd everytime you move like thatI gotta get down and prayDon't you know that dress of yoursWas made out of fiberglass?And everytime you move like thatI gotta go to Sunday massOh, you're so down home girlOh, you're so down home girlI'm gonna take you to the muddy riverAnd push you inJust to watch the water roll onDown your velvet skinI'm gonna take you back to New OrleansDown in DixielandI'm gonna watch you do the second?? lineWith an umbrella in your handOh, you're so down home girlI'm with ya babyYou're so down homeOw! Yeah, too muchOutta sightYou're so down home girl