Текст песни Down Home Girl - The Rolling Stones
Lord
I
swear
the
perfume
you
wear
Was
made
out
of
turnip
greens
And
everytime
I
kiss
you
girl
It
tastes
like
pork
and
beans
Even
though
you're
wearin'
them
Citified
high
heels
I
can
tell
by
your
giant
step
You
been
walkin'
through
the
cotton
fields
Oh,
you're
so
down
home
girl
Everytime
you
monkey
child
You
take
my
breath
away
And
everytime
you
move
like
that
I
gotta
get
down
and
pray
Don't
you
know
that
dress
of
yours
Was
made
out
of
fiberglass
And
everytime
you
move
like
that
I
gotta
go
to
Sunday
mass
Oh,
you're
so
down
home
girl
Oh,
you're
so
down
home
girl
I'm
gonna
take
you
to
the
muddy
river
And
push
you
in
Just
to
watch
the
water
roll
on
Down
your
velvet
skin
I'm
gonna
take
you
back
to
New
Orleans
Down
in
Dixieland
I'm
gonna
watch
you
do
the
second
line
With
an
umbrella
in
your
hand
Oh,
you're
so
down
home
girl
I'm
with
ya
baby
You're
so
down
home
Ow!
Yeah,
too
much
Outta
sight
You're
so
down
home
girl
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