There's a south wind rising and the moon shines on my window sill,
I've got a feeling I might walk on over the hill.
I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some rest
and a bottle of your very best blackberry wine.

There's a new moon rising and the wind sings its old song.
Pass it on over, it's a sin to be sober too long.
I'm bent but not broken, all I need is my share
of a bottle of that very rare blackberry wine.

My old gal's got a new dress on, five and dime,
try as she will she can't get me to come home on time.
But I'd never cheat her or mistreat her you know,
As over the mountain I go, blackberry wine.
I'll be soft spoken, all I need is my rest
and a bottle of your very best blackberry wine.

Now my days are numbered and one more heel's been killed,
Blackberry John left me his old recipe in his will.
I'm bent but not broken, all I need is some time
and a bottle of your very fine blackberry wine.
Blackberry wine, you know that I'm quite dry without you, blackberry wine.