NDC Throwback Thursday Genre: Blues Theme: Blueberries 🎵 Lyrics 🎵 Yeah, huh Ol' Steve ain't got no diamond mines, ain't got no oil wells in the ground But I got me a patch of sunshine, out there on the edge of town Don't need nothin' fancy, nah, just an old pail and these two hands We gonna get down to it now, this here's the Blueberry Boogie C'mon now Woke up this mornin', the sun was mean and high Yeah, woke up this mornin', sun was mean and high Baked that dirt so hard, hurt to look up at the sky But I seen them little clusters, hangin' heavy, sweet and blue Yeah, them little clusters, hangin' heavy, sweet and blue Tellin' me exactly what I's put on this earth to do Oh, it's the Blueberry Boogie, got a one-string beat Yeah, the Blueberry Boogie, got a one-string beat From my dirty fingers, right down to my feet Gonna fill this bucket up until it's overflowin' Fill this bucket up until it's overflowin' That's the only medicine for this low-down, empty feelin' The jaybirds they be screamin', try to steal my prize Yeah, them jaybirds screamin', try to steal my prize I just shake my old fist, I got meaner eyes The blueberries stain my fingers, stain my jeans, a purple, sticky mess Yeah, they stain my fingers, stain my jeans, a purple, sticky mess Ain't nothin' in this world that tastes like this kind of success Oh, it's the Blueberry Boogie, got a one-string beat Yeah, the Blueberry Boogie, got a one-string beat From my dirty fingers, right down to my feet Gonna fill this bucket up until it's overflowin' Fill this bucket up until it's overflowin' That's the only medicine for this low-down, empty feelin' Some folks chase the dollar, some folks chase the wine I just chase that little blue globe on a low-down, scrub-pine vine Ain't got no thorns to hurt ya, just a sweet, sweet drop of June Gonna pick 'em and I'm gonna eat 'em, sing a different kinda blues tune The sun's goin' down now, my back is fit to break Yeah, the sun's goin' down, my back is fit to break But I got a bucketful of goodness, for heaven's sake Gonna make me a pie, woman, gonna make a jam Yeah, a deep-dish pie, woman, gonna make a jam This ain't no supermarket, this is from the land Yeah The Blueberry Boogie Get on it now Pick 'em, pick 'em, pick 'em Stain your hands, stain your soul That's right, huh Ain't nothin' better Play that one string, boy Blueberry Boogie Till next year Steve's gone
