Fresh from the bush
The good ship Jesus carried them over the sea
Tender and ripe
And so good for business
Blackberries
An old saying has long been in use
‘The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice’
But the berry’s grown bitter from too much abuse
And the new berries are strange
Sold in the southern marketplaces
Planted in white cotton fields
Taught with the lash
To stay in their places
Blackberries
Oh, women were raped
And rapists were paid
$25 per child
This is the way the heathens were saved
It kept them from growing up wild
And then came a war and promises of
40 acres and a mule
But sharecropping was a general rule for
Blackberries
The good ship Jesus carried them over the sea
Tender and ripe
And so good for business
Blackberries
An old saying has long been in use
‘The blacker the berry the sweeter the juice’
But the berry’s grown bitter from too much abuse
And the new berries are strange
Sold in the southern marketplaces
Planted in white cotton fields
Taught with the lash
To stay in their places
Blackberries
Oh, women were raped
And rapists were paid
$25 per child
This is the way the heathens were saved
It kept them from growing up wild
And then came a war and promises of
40 acres and a mule
But sharecropping was a general rule for
Blackberries
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