Down Home Girl Songtext
von Old Crow Medicine Show

Well, I swear, your perfume, baby, is made out of turnip greens
Every time I kiss you, girl, it tastes like pork and beans
Even though you′re wearin' those up-town high heels
I can tell from your giant step
You′ve been walkin' through the cotton fields
Oh, you're so down home, girl


Everything in your 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 wearin′, is made out of fibreglass
Every time you move like that, girl, I got to go to Sunday mass
Oh, you're so down home, girl

(Alright)
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 Dixie land
So, I can watch you do the second line with an umbrella in your hand
Oh, you′re so down home, girl

(Oh-oh-oh)