Lord I swear, the perfume you wear   Is made out of turnip greens   And every time that 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 steps   That you've been walkin' through cotton fields      Oh, you're some down home girl      Your shoes are green, your dress is red   And your wiggy head is powder blue   But underneath all of that mess   Well, you're the same old messy you      You're sittin' there in that fancy chair   Just drinkin' champagne like a movie star   When ya oughta be sittin' on a sidewalk   Drinkin' white lightnin', out of a jelly jar      Oh, you're some down home girl      Dimples in your pretty cheeks   And dimples in your knees   You walk by and baby I   Can smell magnolia trees      You tell me you're from New York, baby   But I know you're from way down South   I can hear a Mississippi mama   Evey time you open up your mouth      Oh, you're some down home girl   Oh, you're some down home girl