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