Mick Jagger:  Vocal
Keith Richards & Brian Jones:  Electric guitars
Charlie Watts: Drums
Bill Wyman: Bass
Jack Nitzsche:  Piano
Mick Jagger: Harmonica 
 

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 wearing them citified high heels
I can tell by your giant step, you've been walking 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've got to get down and pray
Don't you know that dress of yours was made out of fibreglass?
And every time you move like that I've got to go to Sunday mass

I'm going to take you to the muddy river and push you in
Just to watch the water roll on down your velvet skin
I'm going to take you back to New Orleans, down in Dixieland
I'm going to watch you do the second line with a umbrella in your hand

I'm with you, baby
You're so down home
Yeah, too much
Out of sight
You're so down home, girl