Dead Centre Of Town Lyrics - Singles - John Wesley Harding

Lord I swear the perfume you wear 

Was made out of turnip greens 

And every time 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 step 

You been walkin' through the cotton fields 

Oh, you're so down home girl 

Every time you monkey child 

You take my breath away 

And every time you move like that 

I gotta get down and pray 

Don't you know that dress of yours 

Was made out of fiberglass 

And every time you move like that 

I gotta go to Sunday mass 

Oh, you're so down home girl 

Oh, you're so down home girl 

I'm gonna take you to the muddy river 

And push you in 

Just to watch the water roll on 

Down your velvet skin 

I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans 

Down in Dixieland 

I'm gonna watch you do the second line 

With a umbrella in your hand 

Oh, you're so down home girl 

I'm with you baby 

You're so down home 

Ow! Yeah, too much 

Outta sight 

You're so down home girl