Tom: G
Introdução:
G C G
I saw a Berkeley woman sittin' in her rockin chair,
G D7
A dulcimer in her lap, a feather in her hair,
G
Her breasts swayed freely,
C G
With the rhythm of the rockin' chair,
C G
She was a sittin' and a singin' and a swayin,
D7 G
Her cheeks were red I declare,
(verse 2)
G C G
Twas hard to believe what my eyes showed me then,
G D7
The color in her cheeks was just her natural skin,
G
She wore no makeup,
C G
To make her look that way,
C G
She was a natural mama with the red cheeks,
D7 G
What more can I say,
(verse 3)
G C G
Well, I fin'ly realized there was hunger in my stare,
G D7
In my mind I was swayin' with the woman in the rockin' chair,
G
But the lady I was livin' with,
C G
Was standin' right by my side,
C G
She saw my stare and she saw the hunger,
D7 G
And Lord it made her cry,
(verse 4)
G
Except a woman is the sweetest fruit,
C G
That God ever put on the vine,
C G
I'd no more love just one kind of woman,
D7 G
Than drink only one kind of wine,
G
Well, a woman is the sweetest fruit,
C G
That God ever put on the vine,
C G
I'd no more love just one kind of woman,
D7 G
Than drink only one kind of wine,