| 歌曲 | Down Home Girl |
| 歌手 | Nazareth |
| 专辑 | Play 'n' The Game |
| Jerry leiber/l. butler | |
| Lord i swear, the perfume you wear | |
| Is made out of turnip greens | |
| And every time that 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 steps | |
| That you've been walkin' through cotton fields | |
| Ohhhhhh, you're some down home girl | |
| Your shoes are green, your dress is red | |
| And your wiggy head is powder blue | |
| But underneath all of that mess, | |
| Well you're still the same old messy you | |
| You're sittin there in that fancy chair | |
| Just drinkin' champaigne like a movie star | |
| When ya oughta be sittin' on a sidewalk | |
| Drinkin white lightnin' | |
| Out of a jelly jar | |
| Oh, you're some down home girl | |
| Dimples in your pretty cheeks | |
| And dimples in your knees | |
| You walk by and baby i | |
| Can smell magnolia trees | |
| You tell me you're from new york baby | |
| But i know you're from way down south | |
| I can hear a mississippi mama | |
| Evey time you open up your mouth | |
| Oh, you're some down home girl | |
| Oh, you're some down home girl |
| Jerry leiber l. butler | |
| Lord i swear, the perfume you wear | |
| Is made out of turnip greens | |
| And every time that 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 steps | |
| That you' ve been walkin' through cotton fields | |
| Ohhhhhh, you' re some down home girl | |
| Your shoes are green, your dress is red | |
| And your wiggy head is powder blue | |
| But underneath all of that mess, | |
| Well you' re still the same old messy you | |
| You' re sittin there in that fancy chair | |
| Just drinkin' champaigne like a movie star | |
| When ya oughta be sittin' on a sidewalk | |
| Drinkin white lightnin' | |
| Out of a jelly jar | |
| Oh, you' re some down home girl | |
| Dimples in your pretty cheeks | |
| And dimples in your knees | |
| You walk by and baby i | |
| Can smell magnolia trees | |
| You tell me you' re from new york baby | |
| But i know you' re from way down south | |
| I can hear a mississippi mama | |
| Evey time you open up your mouth | |
| Oh, you' re some down home girl | |
| Oh, you' re some down home girl |