Blackberry Boggie - 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

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 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, ?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

I’ll be back little gal

When it’s blackberry pickin' time