A G Well I swear your perfume baby A G Is made out of turnip greens A G Every time I kiss you girl A G It tastes like pork and beans D Even though you're wearin' those D Up-town high heels A G I can tell from your giant step A G You been walkin' through the cotton fields E D A G Oh! You're so down home girl. Every time you 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 fiberglass Every time you move like that, girl I got to go to Sunday Mass Oh! You're so down home girl 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 (Sounds great with a harp in the key of d or a)