Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blackberry Boggie, artist - Tennessee Ernie Ford.
Date of issue: 31.10.2013
Song language: English
Blackberry Boggie |
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 |