A                 G     
Well I swear your perfume baby
A                 G
Is made out of turnip greens
A                 G
Every time I kiss you girl
A                 G
It tastes like pork and beans
D
Even though you're wearin' those
D
Up-town high heels
A                    G
I can tell from your giant step
A                                   G
You been walkin' through the cotton fields
E          D  A    G  
Oh! You're so down home girl.

Every time you monkey child
Takes my breath away
Well every time you move like that, girl
I got to get down and pray

Girl you know that dress you're wearin'
Is made out of fiberglass
Every time you move like that, girl
I 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
So I can watch the water roll on
Down your velvet skin
I'm gonna take you down to New Orleans
Down in Dixie land
So I can watch you do the second line
With an umbrella in your hand

Oh! You're so down home girl 
(Sounds great with a harp in the key of d or a)