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