Tennessee Ernie Ford - Blackberry Boogie

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Artist: Tennessee Ernie Ford

album: The Capitol Singles 1951-1952

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

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