Down Home Girl Lyrics - 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 you're wearin' them 

Citified high heels 

I can tell by your giant steps 

That you've been walkin' through cotton fields 

Oh, 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 the same old messy you 

You're sittin' there in that fancy chair 

Just drinkin' champagne 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