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 wearinЎ® them Citified high heels I can tell by your giant steps That you`ve been walkin` through cotton fields Ohhhhhh, 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 still the same old messy you You`re sittin there in that fancy chair Just drinkin` champaigne 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
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