Down Home Girl

Lord I swear the perfume you wear Was made out of turnip greens And every time I kiss you girl It tastes like pork and beans Even though you're wearin' them Citified high heels I can tell by your giant step You been walkin' through the cotton fields Oh, you're so down home girl Every time you monkey child You take my breath away And every time you move like that I gotta get down and pray Don't you know that dress of yours Was made out of fiberglass And every time you move like that I gotta go to Sunday mass Oh, you're so down home girl Oh, you're so down home girl I'm gonna take you to the muddy river And push you in Just to watch the water roll on Down your velvet skin I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans Down in Dixieland I'm gonna watch you do the second line With an umbrella in your hand Oh, you're so down home girl I'm with ya baby You're so down home Ow! Yeah, too much Outta sight You're so down home girl --- Down Home Girl - The Rolling Stones