Blackberries

Lyrics
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 High distance honey hot house ghettos Ready, ready to burst into flame Handle with gloves To make them more mellow Blackberries And shipped off to war They don't expect more Than they have gotten before Used a the tools of those who would rule Others on far away shores But a long time ago A constitution was written to make all people free Well, it's time for beginning revolution Blackberries [Fade Out] 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
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Credits
- Writers
- Bonnie White