Sweet Country

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