Berkeley Woman

I saw a Berkley 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

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 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 my hunger
And Lord it made her cry

With anger on her face
Yes, and the hurt in her eyes
Scratched me and she clawed me
Screamed and 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

Well, I guess shes probably right
Oh, I guess I'm probably wrong
I guess she's not too far away
She hasn't been gone very long

I guess we could get together
And try it one more time
But I know that wanderlust would come again
We'd only wind up a-cryin'

So now you've heard my story
Plain as the light of day
Hard to feel guilty for lovin' the ladies
Thats all I gotta say

'Cept a woman is the sweetest fruit
That God ever put on the vine
Still no more love just one kinda woman
Than drink only one kinda wine