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Artist: John Denver
Title: Berkeley Woman
Submit by: Annie
Date: 16/12/2003
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I saw a Berkeley woman sittin' in her rockin chair
'Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me then
Well, I fin'ly realized there was hunger in my stare
So with anger on her face and hurt in her eyes
I guess she's prob'ly right, Oh, I guess I'm prob'ly wrong
Well, now you've heard my story as plain as the light of day
A dulcimer in her lap, a feather in her hair
The color in her cheeks was just her natural skin
In my mind I was swayin' with the woman in the rockin' chair
She scratched me and & clawed me, she screamed & she cried
I guess she's not too far away, she hasn't been gone very long
It's hard to feel guilty for lovin' the ladies
Her breasts swayed freely
She wore no makeup
But the lady I was livin' with
Oh you don't give me near
And I guess we could get together
That's all I gotta say (To chorus)
With the rhythm of the rockin' chair
To make her look that way
Was standin' right by my side
All the lovin' that you should
And try this one more time
She was a sittin' and a singin' and a swayin'
She was a natural mama with the red cheeks
She saw my stare and she saw the hunger
Yet you're ready to go and lay with her
But I know the wanderlust would come again
Her cheeks were red I declare
What more can I say?
And Lord it made her cry
You're just no damn good!
She'd only wind up cryin'
(Chorus)
Except a woman is the sweetest fruit
Well, a woman is the sweetest fruit
That God ever put on the vine
That God ever put on the vine
I'd no more love just one kind of woman
I'd no more love just one kind of woman
Than drink only one kind of wine
Than drink only one kind of wine
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