Down Home Girl Tabulatur von Old Crow Medicine Show

A7
Well I swear your perfume baby,Is made out of turnip greens
Every time I kiss you girl,It tastes like pork and beans

D7
Even though you're wearin' those,Up-town high heels
A7
I can tell from your giant step, You been walkin' through the cotton fields
E7       D7         A7
Oh! You're so down home girl.

A7
Every time you monkey child, Takes my breath away
Well every time you move like that, girl I got to get down and pray

D7
Girl you know that dress you're wearin' Is made out of fiberglass
A7
Every time you move like that, girl I got to go to Sunday Mass
E7       D7         A7
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