Berkeley Woman

I saw a Berkeley woman, sittin' in a 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 sittin' and strumming and swayin'

Her cheeks were red I declare

It was 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 her red cheeks what more can I say

I finally 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 me stare and she saw my hunger

And Lord it made her cry

So with anger in her face, and hurt in her eyes

She scratched me and she clawed me, she screamed and she cried

oh you don't give me near all the lovin' that you should

But you're ready to go and lay with her

You're just no damn good

I guess she's probably right, I guess I'm probably 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 just one more time

But I know the wanderlust would come again, and she'd only wind up cryin'

Now you've heard the story, plain as the light of day

It's hard to feel guilty for lovin' the ladies; it's all I got to say

'Cept the woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine

And I'd no more love just one kinda woman than drink only one kinda wine

Well the woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine

And I'd no more love just one kinda woman than drink only one kinda wine