Berkeley Woman
Words & Music by Bryan Bowers
I saw a Berkeley woman
Sittin' in a rocking chair
Dulcimer in her lap
And feather in her hair
Her breasts swayed freely
To the rhythm of the rockin' chair
Sittin' and singin' 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 the red cheeks
What more can I say
Well I finally realised
There was hunger in my stare
And in my mind I was swayin' to the woman in the rockin' chair
But the lady I was living with
Was standing right by my side
She saw the stare and she saw the hunger
And Lord it made her cry
With anger in her face
And hurt in her eyes
She scratched me and she clawed me
She screamed and she cried
Well, 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
Well I guess she's probably right
And I guess I'm probably wrong
I guess she's not so far away
And 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
She'd only wind up cryin'
So now you've heard my story
Plain as the light of day
It's hard to feel guilty for lovin the ladies
That's all I got to say
'cept a woman is the sweetest fruit
That God ever put on the vine
And I'd no more love just one kind o' woman
Than drink only one kind o' wine
Woman is the sweetest fruit
God ever put on the vine
And I'd no more love just one kind o' woman
Than drink only one kind o' wine
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Guitar & Vocal by Crag Jensen