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