《 John Denver - 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
Songwriters
BRYAN BOWERS
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