Blackberry Boogie

Along about sun up every day

I grab my bucket and I'm on my way

I go down the road a runnin' and a kickin'

I'm headin' for the patch to do some blackberry pickin'

I fill my bucket right to the top

It makes my lips go flippity flop

I hear a little voice and it sounds so sad

It said, "Don't pick me now, 'cause I ain't ripe dad"

Blackberry boogie

Blackberry boogie

I brought back like a flip when it's blackberry pickin' time

I went to see my gal, I set my bucket down

She said, "Hi there, baby, are you goin' to town?"

I said, "Uh-uh honey, I'm a goin' where they scratch

I'll meet you in a minute in the blackberry patch"

She grabs her bucket and she jumps and squeals

I'm headin' for the bushes and she's hot on my heels

I start pickin' on one end, she picks on the other

We meet in the middle and she yells, "Oh, brother"

Blackberry boogie

Blackberry boogie

Oh, I love that girl when I meet her in the middle of the patch

We go through the briars walkin' hand in hand

A pickin' blackberries just to beat the band

I grab her for a kiss and she said, "Turn me loose"

Your lips are all blue from that blackberry juice

I hugged her once and said, "Don't me coy"

You know I'm your blackberry pickin' boy

I kissed her then and she let out a sigh and said

"Let's go to my house and bake a pie"

Blackberry boogie

Blackberry boogie

I'll be back little gal when it's blackberry pickin' time