Lyrics:

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