Well I swear your perfume baby
Is made out of turnip greens
Every time I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans
Even though you're wearin' those
Up-town high heels
I can tell from your giant step
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
Oh! You're so 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 wearin'
Is 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
(Sounds great with a harp in the key of d or a)