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 you´re wearin´ them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant steps
That you´ve been walkin´ through cotton fields
Ohhhhhh, you´re 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 you´re still the same old messy you
You´re 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, you´re 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 you´re from New York baby
But I know you´re from way down South
I can hear a Mississippi mama
Evey time you open up your mouth
Oh, you´re some down home girl
Oh, you´re some down home girl