Alba s touto skladbou:
Farewell Andromeda,
I saw a Berkeley woman, sittin’ in a rockin’ chair
A dulcimer in her lap, a feather in her hair
Her breasts swayed freely, with the rhythm of the rockin’ chair
She was sittin’ and strumming and swayin’
Her cheeks were red I declare
It was hard to believe what my eyes showed me then
The color in her cheeks was just her natural skin
She wore no makeup, to make her look that way
She was a natural mama, with her red cheeks what more can I say
I finally realized, 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 me stare and she saw my hunger
And Lord it made her cry
So with anger in her face, and hurt in her eyes
She scratched me and she clawed me, she screamed and she cried
oh you don’t give me near all the lovin’ that you should
But you’re ready to go and lay with her
You’re just no damn good
I guess she’s probably right, I guess I’m probably 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 just one more time
But I know the wanderlust would come again, and she’d only wind up cryin’
Now you’ve heard the story, plain as the light of day
It’s hard to feel guilty for lovin’ the ladies; it’s all I got to say
‘Cept the woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine
And I’d no more love just one kinda woman than drink only one kinda wine
Well the woman is the sweetest fruit that God ever put on the vine
And I’d no more love just one kinda woman than drink only one kinda wine
