saw a Berkeley
woman sittin' in her rockin chair
A dulcimer in
her lap, a feather in her hair
Her breasts swayed
freely
With the rhythm
of the rockin' chair
She was a sittin'
and a singin' and a swayin'
Her cheeks were
red I declare
'Twas
hard to believe what my eyes showed me then
The color in
her cheeks was just her natural skin
She wore no makeup
To make her look
that way
She was a natural
mama with the red cheeks
What more can
I say?
Well, I fin'ly
realized there was hunger in my stare
In my mind I
was swayin' with the woman in the rockin' chair
But the lady
I was livin' with
Was standin'
right by my side
She saw my stare
and she saw the hunger
And Lord it made
her cry
So with anger
on her face and hurt in her eyes
She scratched
me and & clawed me, she screamed & she cried
Oh you don't
give me near
All the lovin'
that you should
Yet you're ready
to go and lay with her
You're just no
damn good!
I guess she's prob'ly right, Oh, I guess
I'm prob'ly wrong
I guess she's
not too far away, she hasn't been gone very long
And I guess we
could get together
And try this
one more time
But I know the
wanderlust would come again
She'd only wind
up cryin'
Well, now you've
heard my story as plain as the light of day
It's hard to
feel guilty for lovin' the ladies
That's all I
gotta say
Except a woman
is the sweetest fruit
That God ever
put on the vine
I'd no more love
just one kind of woman
Than drink only
one kind of wine
Well, a woman
is the sweetest fruit
That God ever
put on the vine
I'd no more love
just one kind of woman
Than drink only
one kind of wine