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 says: Don't pick me now, 'cause I ain't ripe dad!



Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie

I draws back and make 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 gal when I meet her in the middle of the patch



We go thru the briars walkin' hand in hand

A-pickin' blackberries just to beat the band

I grab her for a kiss she says: Turn me loose

Your lips are all blue from that blackberry juice

I hugged her once and said: Don't be 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 back a pie



Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie

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