G           C           G
Along about sunup every day

                     D7        G
I grab my bucket and I'm on my way

                     C             G
I go down the road a runnin' and a kickin'

                            D7                 G
I'm headed for the patch to do some blackberry pickin'


                 C            G
I fill my bucket right to the top

                    D7       G
It makes my lips go flippety-flop

                      C                G
I hear a little voice and it sounds so sad

                          D7                 G
It said don't pick me now cause I ain't ripe dad


C          G       C          G
Blackberry boogie  blackberry boogie

    C
I'm brought back like a flip

     D7                      G
When it's blackberry pickin' time


                       C             G
I went to see my gal I set my bucket down

                       D7               G
She said hi there baby are you goin' to town

                         C                G
I said uh-uh honey I'm a goin' where they scratch

                          D7                G
I'll meet you in a minute in the blackberry patch


                         C             G
She grabs her bucket and she jumps and squeals

                           D7                  G
I'm headin' for the bushes and she's hot on my heels

                           C                G
I start pickin' on one end she picks on the other

                          D7           G
We meet in the middle and she yells oh brother


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Blackberry boogie  blackberry boogie

     C
Oh I love that girl

       D7                            G
When I meet her in the middle of the patch


                         C               G
We go through the briars walkin' hand in hand

                     D7               G
Pickin' blackberries just to beat the band

                          C            G
I grab her for a kiss she said turn me loose

                       D7                   G
Your lips are all blue from that blackberry juice


                   C             G
I hug her once and said don't be coy

                       D7            G
You know I'm your blackberry pickin' boy

                      C             G
I kissed her then and she let out a sigh

                     D7                  G
And said let's go to my house and bake a pie


C          G       C          G
Blackberry boogie  blackberry boogie

     C
I'll be back little gal

          D7                 G
When it's blackberry pickin' time