Song parody of
Blackberry Boogie
by Tennessee Ernie Ford
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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 headin' for the patch to do some blackberry pickin'
I fill my bucket right to the top
It makes my lips go flippity flop
I hear a little voice and it sounds so sad
It says: Don't pick me now, 'cause I ain't ripe dad!
Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie
I draws back and make 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 thru the briars walkin' hand in hand
A-pickin' blackberries just to beat the band
I grab her for a kiss she says: Turn me loose
Your lips are all blue from that blackberry juice
I hugged 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 back a pie
Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie
I'll be back little gal, when it's blackberry pickin' time.
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 headin' for the patch to do some blackberry pickin'
I fill my bucket right to the top
It makes my lips go flippity flop
I hear a little voice and it sounds so sad
It says: Don't pick me now, 'cause I ain't ripe dad!
Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie
I draws back and make 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 thru the briars walkin' hand in hand
A-pickin' blackberries just to beat the band
I grab her for a kiss she says: Turn me loose
Your lips are all blue from that blackberry juice
I hugged 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 back a pie
Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogie
I'll be back little gal, when it's blackberry pickin' time.
