If you like this Alvin Robinson R&B
classic ... then I'll like YOU!
DOWN HOME girl Lord I swear the perfume you wear
Was made out of turnip greens
And everytime I kiss you girl
It tastes like chitlin cream
Even though you're wearin' them
Citified cuban heels
I can tell by your swayback stride
You been steppin' through them 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 wanna hold yo ... 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 throw 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 a gutbucket 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