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.