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 © BEECHWOOD MUSIC CORPORATION; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com