Berkeley Woman
I saw a Berkeley 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 sittin' and strummin' and swayin', her cheeks were red,
I declare. Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me there, and
In my mind I was swayin' 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 and hurt in her eyes,
She slapped me and she clawed me, she screamed and she cried: "Oh, you don't give me near all the lovin' that you should,
Berkeley WomanLRC歌词
I saw a Berkeley 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 sittin' and strummin' and swayin', her cheeks were red,
I declare. Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me there, and
In my mind I was swayin' 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 and hurt in her eyes,
She slapped me and she clawed me, she screamed and she cried: "Oh, you don't give me near all the lovin' that you should,
