Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of turnip greens
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
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
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