Dead Centre Of Town Lyrics

Lord I swear the perfume you wear

Was made out of turnip greens

And every time I kiss you girl

It tastes like pork and beans

Even though you're wearin' them

Citified high heels

I can tell by your giant step

You been walkin' through the cotton fields

Oh, you're so down home girl

Every time you monkey child

You take my breath away

And every time you move like that

I gotta get down and pray

Don't you know that dress of yours

Was made out of fiberglass

And every time you move like that

I gotta go to Sunday massJohn Wesley Harding - Dead Centre Of Town - http://motolyrics.com/john-wesley-harding/dead-centre-of-town-lyrics.html

Oh, you're so down home girl

Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm gonna take you to the muddy river

And push 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 umbrella in your hand

Oh, you're so down home girl

I'm with you baby

You're so down home

Ow! Yeah, too much

Outta sight

You're so down home girl