Blackberry Boogie - Tennessee Ernie Ford

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 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

Don't pick me

Now 'cause I ain't ripe dad

Blackberry boogie blackberry boogie

Blackberry boogie blackberry boogie

I'm 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 pickin' on one end

She picks on the other

We meet in the middle and she yells

Oh brother

Blackberry boogie blackberry boogie

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

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 bake a pie

Blackberry boogie blackberry boogie

Blackberry boogie blackberry boogie

I'll be back little gal

When blackberry pickin' time