Berkeley Woman
Bryan Bowers
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

'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

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

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