Berkeley Woman
John Denver
(verse 1) I 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 (verse 2) 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 (verse 3) 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 (verse 4) 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 (verse 5) 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 (verse 6) 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 (chorus) 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
