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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tennessee Ernie Ford
Vocals
Cliffie Stone and His Orchestra
Orchestra
Jimmy Bryant
Guitar
Billy Strange
Guitar
Speedy West
Steel Guitar
Cliffe Stone
Bass Guitar
Roy Harte
Drums
Billy Liebert
Piano
Eddie Kirk
Rhythm Guitar
Harold Hensley
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernest J. Ford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lee Gillette
Producer
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 gal
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
Writer(s): Tennessee Ernie Ford
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