Berkeley Woman

I saw a Berkley woman Sitting in her rocking chair A dulcimer in her lap A feather in her hair Her breasts swayed freely With the rhythm of the rocking chair She was a-sitting and a-singing and a-swaying Her cheeks were red I declare Twas hard to believe What my eyes showed me then The colour 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 In my mind I was swaying With the woman in the rocking chair But the lady I was living with Was standing right by my side She saw my stare and she saw my hunger And Lord it made her cry So with anger on her face Yes and the 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 loving that you should Yet you're ready to go and lay with her You're just no damn good¡± Well I guess she's probably right Oh 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 it one more time But I know that wanderlust would come again She'd only wind up a-crying Well now you've heard my story Plain as the light of day It's hard to feel guilty for loving the ladies That's all I gotta say Except a woman is the sweetest fruit That God ever put on the vine I'd no more love just one kinda woman Than drink only one kinda wine --- Berkeley Woman - John Denver