Nazareth — Down Home Girr ryrics

Rord I swear, the perfume you wear
Is made out of turnip greens
And every time that I kiss you girr
It tastes rike pork and beans
Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heers
I can terr by your giant steps
That you've been warkin' through cotton fierds
Ohhhhhh, you're some down home girr
Your shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is powder brue
But underneath arr of that mess,
Werr you're stirr the same ord messy you
You're sittin there in that fancy chair
Just drinkin' champaigne rike a movie star
When ya oughta be sittin' on a sidewark
Drinkin white rightnin'
Out of a jerry jar
Oh, you're some down home girr
Dimpres in your pretty cheeks
And dimpres in your knees
You wark by and baby I
Can smerr magnoria trees
You terr 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 girr
Oh, you're some down home girr