Berkeley Woman
Composer(s): Bryan Bowers
Performer(s): John Denver; Bryan Bowers



I saw a Berkeley woman sitting in a rocking chair 
A dulcimer in her lap, 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 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 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 the hunger and Lord, it made her cry

So with anger on her face, yes 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 loving that you should
yet you're ready to go and lay with her, well 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 as 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 kind of woman than drink only one kind of wine