Well I swear your perfume babe is made out of turnip greens

Every time I kiss you girl it tastes like pork and beans

Even though you′re wearing those uptown high heelsI can tell from your giant step you've been

Walking through the cotton fields

Ohhhhh you′re so down home girl

Every time you monkey child takes my breath away

Well every time you move like that girl I got to get down and pray

Girl you know that dress you're wearing is made out of fiber glass

Every time you move like that girl I got to go to Sunday Mass

Ohhhhh you're sooooo down home girl

I′m gonna take you to the muddy river and push you in

So I can watch the water roll on down your velvet skin

I′m gonna take you down to New Orleans down in Dixieland

So I can watch you do the second line with an umbrella in your hand

Oh, you're so down home girl