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 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 gal
 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