Down Home Girl

Lord, I swear the perfume you wear

Is made from turnip greens

And every time that I kiss your lips

They taste like pork and beans

And even though you're wearing them citified high heels

I can tell by your giant step you been

Walking through them cotton fields

Oh, you're so town home

Town home girl

Every time you monkey child

You take my breath away

And every time that you move like that

I gots to get down and pray

Don't you know that dress of yours

Is made out of fiberglass?

And every time that you move like that

I got to go to Sunday mass

Oh, you're so town home

Town home girl

I'm gonna take you to the muddy river

And push you in

Just to watch that water roll

Down your velvet skin

I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans

Down to Dixie land

I'm gonna watch you do the second line

With an umbrella in your hand

Oh, you're so town home

Town home girl