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 


C          G       C          G 
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