The Rolling Stones - Down Home Girl lyrics

Lord I swear the perfume you wear

Was made out of turnip greens

And everytime 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

Everytime you monkey child

You take my breath away

And everytime you move like that

I gotta get down and pray

Don`t you know that dress of yours

Was made out of fiberglass

And everytime 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 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