Blackberry pickin’ time Lord knows that I’m ready to go With sweet country Joe Like the berries on the vine
Ripe and ready, I want to go With sweet country Joe His eyes are colored like the sky And his hair is colored like the hay
Some folks think he’s kind of shy Well he looks at me in that certain way Oh, I’ve got to go With sweet country Joe
Mama said I cut my dress too short to wear Summers hot and I kind’a, well, I kind’a don’t care ‘Sides, it makes country Joe stare Sittin’ in a shady spot to watch him work Lord, summers hot, ooh, he just pulled off his shirt
Sweet country Joe, his strong back is shining in the sun And he’s acting like he’s to big to play Lord, inside I’m all undone When he’s looking at me in that certain way
Oho, I’ve got to go With sweet country Joe Blackberry pickin’ time Lord knows that I’m ready to go
With sweet country Joe and like the berries on the vine When they’re ripe you gotta know that it’s pickin’ time And when I get done a’pickin’ Country Joe will be mine