Lyrics:

Along About Sun-Up Every Day
i Grab My Bucket And Im On My Way
i Go Down The Road A Runnin And A Kickin
im 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,dont Pick Me Now cause I Aint Ripe, Dad

blackberry Boogie, Blackberry Boogie
im Brought Back Like A Flip
when Its 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, Im A Goin Where They Scratch
ill Meet You In A Minute In The Blackberry Patch

she Grabs Her Bucket And She Jumps And Squeals
im Headin For The Bushes And Shes 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,dont Be Coy
you Know Im Your Blackberry Pickin Boy
i Kissed Her Then And She Let Out A Sigh
and Said,lets Go To My House And Bake A Pie

blackberry Boogie, Blackberry Boogie
ill Be Back Little Gal
when Its Blackberry Pickin Time