Berkeley Woman
Ton : GEnglish
I saGw a Berkeley woman sitCtin' in her rockin chaGir
AG dulcimer in her lap a feaD7ther in her hair
Her breGasts swayed freely
With the rhyCthm of the rockin' chairG
She was a sitCtin' and a singin' and a swGayin
Her cheD7eks were red I declGare
TGwas hard to believe whCat my eyes showed me thGen
TGhe color in her cheeks was D7just her natural skin
She worGe no makeup
To maCke her look that wGay
She was a natCural mama with the red cheeGks
What moD7re can I saGy
WGell I fin'ly realized thCere was hunger in my stGare
IGn my mind I was swayin' witD7h the woman in the rockin' chair
But the laGdy I was livin' with
Was stCandin' right by my siGde
She saw myC stare and she saw the hunGger
And LoD7rd it made her crGy
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 woGman is the sweetest fruit
That GoCd ever put on the viGne
I'd no moCre love just onGe kind of woman
Than driD7nk only one kind of wiGne
Well a womGan is the sweetest fruit
That GoCd ever put on the viGne
I'd no moCre love just onGe kind of woman
Than driD7nk only one kind of wiGne