The Rolling Stones - Down home girl

^FLord I swear the ^C7perfume you wear F C7 (F/F/C7) Was made out of turnip greens And ^Feverytime I ^C7kiss you girl F C7 (F/F/F7) It tastes like pork and beans ^FEven though you're ^F7wearin' them F F7 (F/F/C7) Citified high heels ^FI can tell by your ^C7giant step You been ^Fwalkin' through the cotton ^C7fields ^G7Oh, you're ^Fso ^F7down ^Fhome ^C7girl

^FEverytime you ^C7monkey child F C7 (F/F/C7) You take my breath away And ^Feverytime you ^C7move like that F C7 (F/F/F7) I gotta get down and pray ^FDon't you know that ^F7dress of yours F F7 (F/F/C7) Was made out of fiberglass ? And ^Feverytime you ^C7move like that I ^Fgotta go to Sunday ^C7mass ^G7Oh, you're ^Fso ^F7down ^Fhome ^C7girl

^G7Oh, you're ^Fso ^F7down ^Fhome ^C7girl I'm ^Fgonna take you to the ^C7muddy river F C7 (F/F/C7) And push you in ^FJust to watch the ^C7water roll on F C7 (F/F/F7) Down your velvet skin I'm ^Fgonna take you back to ^F7New Orleans F F7 (F/F/C7) Down in Dixieland I'm ^Fgonna watch you do the ^C7second line With an ^Fumbrella in your ^C7hand ^G7Oh, you're ^Fso ^F7down ^Fhome ^C7girl

^C7Ow! Yeah, too much Outta sight (F/F/C7) You're so down home girl . . . . .