Down Home Girl - Nazareth

Lord I swear, the perfume you wear

Is made out of turnip greens

And every time that I kiss you girl

It tastes like pork and beans

Even though youre wearin them

Citified high heels

I can tell by your giant steps

That youve been walkin through cotton fields

Ohhhhhh, youre some down home girl

Your shoes are green, your dress is red

And your wiggy head is powder blue

But underneath all of that mess,

Well youre still the same old messy you

Youre sittin there in that fancy chair

Just drinkin champaigne like a movie star

When ya oughta be sittin on a sidewalk

Drinkin white lightnin

Out of a jelly jar

Oh, youre some down home girl

Dimples in your pretty cheeks

And dimples in your knees

You walk by and baby i

Can smell magnolia trees

You tell me youre from new york baby

But I know youre from way down south

I can hear a mississippi mama

Evey time you open up your mouth

Oh, youre some down home girl

Oh, youre some down home girl