Down Home GirlLyrics – The Rolling Stones

(Leiber/Butler) Lord I swear the perfume you wearWas made out of turnip greensAnd everytime I kiss you girlIt tastes like pork and beansEven though you’re wearin’ themCitified high heelsI can tell by your giant stepYou been walkin’ through the cotton fieldsOh, you’re so down home girl Everytime you monkey childYou take my breath awayAnd everytime…