Nazareth - Down Home Girl Lyrics
Jerry leiber/l. butlerLord I swear, the perfume you wearIs made out of turnip greensAnd every time that I kiss you girlIt tastes like pork and beansEven though youre wearin themCitified high heelsI can tell by your giant stepsThat youve been walkin through cotton fieldsOhhhhhh, youre some down home girlYour shoes are green, your dress is redAnd your wiggy head is powder blueBut underneath all of that mess,Well youre still the same old messy youYoure sittin there in that fancy chairJust drinkin champaigne like a movie starWhen ya oughta be sittin on a sidewalkDrinkin white lightninOut of a jelly jarOh, youre some down home girlDimples in your pretty cheeksAnd dimples in your kneesYou walk by and baby iCan smell magnolia treesYou tell me youre from new york babyBut I know youre from way down southI can hear a mississippi mamaEvey time you open up your mouthOh, youre some down home girlOh, youre some down home girl
