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 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 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 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 Dixieland
 So I can watch you do the second line with an umbrella in your hand
 Oh, you're so down home girl