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