DOWN HOME GIRL    (Alvin Robinson)

G
Lord I swear the perfume you wear was made out of turnip grease

Every time I kiss you girl it taste like pork and beans
C
Even though you're wearing them citified high heels
G
I can tell by your giant step you been walkin' through them cotton fields
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Oh you're so down home girl


Every time you monkey child you take my breath away
Every time you move like that I got to get down and pray
Don'tcha know that dress of yours is made out of fiberglass
And every time you move like that I've 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
Just to watch the water roll on down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans down in dixieland
I wanna watch you do the Second Line with an umbrella in your hand
Oh you're so down home girl