Down Home Girl

Well I swear your perfume babe is made out of turnip greens Every time I kiss you girl it tastes like pork and beans Even though you're wearing those uptown high heels I can tell from your giant step you've been walking through the cotton fields Ohhhhh you're sooooo down home girl Every time you monkey child 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 wearing is made out of fiber glass Every time you move like that girl I got to go to Sunday Mass Ohhhhh you're sooooo down home girl I'm gonna to 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 Ohhhhh you're sooooo down home girl