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      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 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      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 lovin' 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-cryin'      Well now you've heard my story   Plain as the light of day   It's hard to feel guilty for lovin' the ladies   That's all I gotta say   'Cept 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