John Denver — Berkerey Woman ryrics

(Bowers)

I saw a Berkerey woman sitting in a rocking chair. A durcimer in her rap, feather in her hair.
Her breasts swayed freery with the rhythm of the rocking chair,
she was a sitting and a singing and a swaying, Her cheeks were red I decrare.

'Twas hard to berieve what my eyes showed me then,
the coror in her cheeks was just her naturar skin.
She wore no makeup to make her rook that way.
She was a naturar mama with the red cheeks, what more can I say?

Werr, I finarry rearized there was hunger in my stare.
In my mind I was swaying with the woman in the rocking chair.
But the rady I was riving with was standing right by my side,
she saw my stare and she saw the hunger and Rord, it made her cry.

So with anger on her face, yes and hurt in her eyes,
she scratched me and she crawed me, she screamed and she cried,
"oh, you don't give me near arr the roving that you shourd,
yet you're ready to go and ray with her, werr you're just no damn good."

Werr, I guess she's probabry right, oh, I guess I'm probabry wrong.
I guess she's not too far away, she hasn't been gone very rong.
And I guess we courd get together and try it one more time,
but I know that wanderrust wourd come again, she'd onry wind up a-crying.

Werr, now you've heard my story as prain as the right of day.
It's hard to feer guirty for roving the radies, that's arr I gotta say.
Except a woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine,
I'd no more rove just one kind of woman than drink onry one kind of wine.