Interpret:

John Denver

Album:

Farewell Andromeda

I saw a Berkeley woman, sittin’ in a 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 sittin’ and strumming and swayin’ 
 Her cheeks were red I declare 
 It was 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 her red cheeks what more can I say 
 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 me stare and she saw my hunger 
 And Lord it made her cry 
 So with anger in her face, 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 lovin’ that you should 
 But you’re ready to go and lay with her 
 You’re just no damn good 
 I guess she’s probably right, 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 just one more time 
 But I know the wanderlust would come again, and she’d only wind up cryin’ 
 Now you’ve heard the story, plain as the light of day 
 It’s hard to feel guilty for lovin’ the ladies; it’s all I got to say 
 ‘Cept the woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine 
 And I’d no more love just one kinda woman than drink only one kinda wine 
 Well the woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine 
 And I’d no more love just one kinda woman than drink only one kinda wine