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 a umbrella in your hand
 Oh, you're so down home girl
 I'm with you baby
 You're so down home
 Ow! Yeah, too much
 Outta sight
 You're so down home girl