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