Down Home Girl

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Lord I swear the perfume you wear
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Was made out of turnip greens
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And every time I kiss you girl
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It tastes like pork and beans
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Even though you're wearin' them
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Citified high heels
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I can tell by your giant step
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You been walkin' through the cotton fields

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Oh, you're so down home girl

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Your shoes are green, your dress is red
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And your wiggy head is powder blue
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But underneath all that mess,
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Well you're still the same old messy you
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You're sittin there in that fancy chair
Just drinkin' champagne like a movie star
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When ya oughta be sittin' on a sidewalk
Drinkin' white lightnin'
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Out of a jelly jar

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Oh, you're so down home girl

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Every time you monkey child
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You take my breath away
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And every time you move like that
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I gotta get down and pray
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Don't you know that dress you're wearing
Is made out of fiberglass
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And every time you move like that
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I gotta go to Sunday mass

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Oh, you're so down home girl

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I'm gonna take you to the muddy river
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And push you in
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Just to watch the water roll on
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Down your velvet skin
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I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans
Down in Dixieland
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I'm gonna watch you do the second line
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With an umbrella in your hand

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Oh, you're so down home girl

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