Текст Bobbie Gentry – 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
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