Lord I swear the perfume you wear Was made out of turnip greens And everytime 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
Everytime you monkey child You take my breath away And everytime you move like that I gotta get down and pray Don´t you know that dress of yours Was made out of fiberglass And everytime 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