Sweet Country Songtext

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 Whoa, I've got to go With sweet country Joe Mama said I cut my dress to 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 Whoa, Oh 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