The Rolling Stones

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G G7  (x2)

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Lord I swear the perfume you wear 
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Was made out of turnip greens 
    G           G7
And everytime I kiss you girl 
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It tastes like pork and beans 
C                  C7
Even though you're wearin' them 
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Citified high heels 
G                  G7
I can tell by your giant step 
         G                          G7
You been walkin' through the cotton fields 
D7         C  C7   G    G7
Oh, you're so down home girl 

G             G7
Everytime you monkey child 
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You take my breath away 
    G             G7
And everytime you move like that 
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I gotta get down and pray 
C                   C7
Don't you know that dress of yours 
    C                C7    G G G7
Was made out of fiberglass?
    G             G7
And everytime you move like that 
  G                  G7
I gotta go to Sunday mass 
D7         C  C7   G    G7
Oh, you're so down home girl 

D7         C  C7   G    G7
Oh, you're so down home girl 

    G                     G7
I'm gonna take you to the muddy river 
    G        G7  G G G7
And push you in 
G                 G7
Just to watch the water roll on 
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Down your velvet skin 
    C                      C7
I'm gonna take you back to New Orleans 
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Down in Dixieland 
    G                      G7
I'm gonna watch you do the second line 
        G                G7
With an umbrella in your hand 
D7         C  C7   G    G7
Oh, you're so down home girl 

G                G G G7
I'm with ya baby 
                    C C C7
You're so down home 
G7
Ow! Yeah, too much 

Outta sight 
                          G G G7
You're so down home girl...