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
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