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verse 1
I sGaw a Berkeley woman siCttin' in her rockin chGair,
GA dulcimer in her lap, a feD7ather in her hair,
Her brGeasts swayed freely,
With the rhCythm of the rockin' chaiGr,
She was a siCttin' and a singin' and a sGwayin,
Her chD7eeks were red I decGlare,
verse 2
GTwas hard to believe wChat my eyes showed me tGhen,
GThe color in her cheeks wasD7 just her natural skin,
She woGre no makeup,
To mCake her look that Gway,
She was a naCtural mama with the red cheGeks,
What mD7ore can I sGay,
verse 3
GWell, I fin'ly realized tChere was hunger in my sGtare,
GIn my mind I was swayin' wiD7th the woman in the rockin' chair,
But the lGady I was livin' with,
Was sCtandin' right by my sGide,
She saw mCy stare and she saw the huGnger,
And LD7ord it made her cGry,
verse 4
So with anger on her face and hurt in her eyes,
She scratched me and & clawed me, she screamed & 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,
verse 5
I guess she's prob'ly right, Oh, I guess I'm prob'ly 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 this one more time,
But I know the wanderlust would come again,
She'd only wind up cryin,
verse 6
Well, now you've heard my story as plain as the light of day,
It's hard to feel guilty for lovin' the ladies,
That's all I gotta say,
chorus
Except a wGoman is the sweetest fruit,
That GCod ever put on the vGine,
I'd no mCore love just oGne kind of woman,
Than drD7ink only one kind of wGine,
Well, a woGman is the sweetest fruit,
That GCod ever put on the vGine,
I'd no mCore love just oGne kind of woman,
Than drD7ink only one kind of wGine,
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