Blackberry Boogie

Along about sun-up every day
I grab my bucket and Im on my way
I go down the road a runnin and a kickin
Im headed for the patch to do some blackberry pickin
I fill my bucket right to the top
It makes my lips go flippety-flop
I hear a little voice and it sounds so sad
It said, ?Dont pick me now cause I aint ripe, dad?
Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie
Im brought back like a flip
When its 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, Im a goin where they scratch
Ill meet you in a minute in the blackberry patch?
She grabs her bucket and she jumps and squeals
Im headin for the bushes and shes 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
Pickin blackberries just to beat the band
I grab her for a kiss, she said, ?Turn me loose
Your lips are all blue from that blackberry juice?
I hug her once and said, ?Dont be coy
You know Im your blackberry pickin boy?
I kissed her then and she let out a sigh
And said, ?Lets go to my house and bake a pie?
Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie
Ill be back littlegal
When its blackberry pickin time