Down Home Girl

The Rolling Stones - Down Home Girl

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 steps

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

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 an umbrella in your hand

Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm with ya baby

You're so down home

Ow! Yeah, too much

Outta sight

You're so down home girl

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