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Along about sun up every day, I grab my bucket and I'm on my wayI 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 topIt makes my lips go flippity flopI hear a little voice and it sounds so sadIt says: Don't pick me now, 'cause I ain't ripe dad!Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogieI draws back and make a flipWhen it's blackberry pickin' timeI went to see my gal, I set my bucket downShe said: Hi there baby, are you goin' to town?I said: Uh uh honey, I'm a goin' where they scratchI'll meet you in a minute in the blackberry patchShe grabs her bucket and she jumps and squealsI'm headin' for the bushes and she's hot on my heelsI start pickin' on one end, she picks on the otherWe meet in the middle and she yells, Oh brother!Blackberry boogie, blackberry boogieOh I love that gal when I meet her in the middle of the patchWe go thru the briars walkin' hand in handA-pickin' blackberries just to beat the bandLetras de cancionesI grab her for a kiss she says: Turn me looseYour lips are all blue from that blackberry juiceI hugged her once and said: Don't be coyYou know I'm your blackberry pickin' boyI kissed her then and she let out a sigh and said: Let's go to my house and back a pieBlackberry boogie, blackberry boogieI'll be back little gal, when it's blackberry pickin' time. From Letras Mania