Along about sunup 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