Pickin Wild Mountain Berries

Where you been, where you been.

It's the same ole question again

What's the use baby, what's the use

They ain't never gonna turn us loose.

You got dirt all over your face

And your lipstick is way out of place

Oh, we gonna tell 'em

What we tell 'em every time before.

They won't leave us alone

They want us to come home

We been busy makin' merries

And pickin' wild mountain berries.

We're pickin' wild mountain berries

That's our excuse every time

We've been busy makin' merries

And pickin' wild mountain berries.

Conway, I don't know. Loretta, I don't know

If I can keep honey, from lettin' it show

What's our plan, tell me what's our plan

Now you know they won't understand.

If my hair is a drippin' wet

And my clothes are soakin' wet

And we didn't go skinny dippin'

In a cement pond.

You're my baby, you're my man,

And though your hair is sure gettin' to be a mess

And there ain't no berries in your bucket

Now we'll explain it honey, as best as we can.

They won't leave us alone

They want us to come home

We been a busy makin' merries

And pickin' wild mountain berries.

We're pickin' wild mountain berries

That's our excuse everytime

We been a busy makin' merries

And pickin' wild mountain berries...