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Down Home Girl

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 youЎЇre wearinЎ® them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant steps
That youЎЇve been walkinЎЇ through cotton fields
Ohhhhhh, youЎЇre 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 youЎЇre still the same old messy you
YouЎЇre sittin there in that fancy chair
Just drinkinЎЇ champaigne like a movie star
When ya oughta be sittinЎЇ on a sidewalk
Drinkin white lightninЎЇ
Out of a jelly jar
Oh, youЎЇre some down home girl
Dimples in your pretty cheeks


Down Home Girl / Nazareth

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