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| Song Name: |
Berkeley Woman |
By: |
John Denver |
| Posted By: |
WaltP |
Difficulty: |
Any |
| Key: |
G |
Genre: |
Country |
| Harp Type: |
Diatonic |
Audio: |
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| Created: |
2009-09-17 20:09:54 |
Modified: |
0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
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| Song: |
BERKELEY WOMAN
By: Brian Bowers
John Denver
Key: G
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I saw a berke-ley wom-an
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Sit-tin in her rock-in chair
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A dul-ci-mer in her lap
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A feath-er in her hair
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Her breasts swayed free-ly
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With the rhy-thm of the rock-in chair
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She was sing-in and strum-min and sway-in
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Her cheeks were red I de-clare
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Twas hard to be-lieve
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What my eyes showed me then
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The col-or in her cheeks
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Was just her nat-u-ral skin
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She wore no make-up
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To make her look that way
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She was a nat-u-ral ma-ma
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with the red cheeks
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What more can I say
Well I finally realised
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 dont give me near
All the lovin that you should
Yet youre ready to go and lay with her
Youre just no damn good
Well I guess shes probably right
Oh I guess Im probably wrong
I guess shes not too far away
She hasnt 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
Shed only wind up a-cryin
Well now youve heard my story
Plain as the light of day
Its hard to feel guilty for lovin the ladies
Thats all I gotta say
cept a woman is the sweetest fruit
That God ever put on the vine
Id no more love just one kinda woman
Than drink only one kinda wine
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