Down Home Girl

G7
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
C7
Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
G7
I can tell by your giant steps
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
D7         C7      G7
Oh, you're so down home girl
G7
Every time you monkey child
You take my breath away
And every time you move like that
I gotta get down and pray
C7
Don't you know that dress of yours
Was made out of fiberglass
G7
And every time you move like that
I gotta go to Sunday mass
D7         C7      G7
Oh, you're so down home girl

G7
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
And push you in
Just to watch the water roll on
Down your velvet skin
C7
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down in Dixieland
G7
I'm gonna watch you do the second line
With an umbrella in your hand
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Oh, you're so down home girl
G7
I'm with ya baby
You're so down home
Ow! Yeah, too much
Outta sight
You're so down home girl