Blackberry Cobbler

Well, I was born down in Mississippi
I was raised up back in the woods
At home, we never had no gourmet meals, but Mama did the best she could
She could whip up a mean poke salad
Or some chicken, Southern style
But my favorite dish that she ever fixed was from the berries that grew wild
She’d send me out with a bucket
When the summer sun got warm
I’d hunt them berries down like my hound hunted coons down on the farm
Those thorns would stick my fingers
'Til my hands were a bloody sight
But it was worth every drop of blood when I finally got a bite
Baby, your love’s a lot like blackberry cobbler, and I can’t get enough
I could eat it for breakfast, I could eat it for dinner
Even supper wouldn’t be too much
Back home, I’m known as a cobbler gobbler
I sure do love that stuff
(And) Your love’s a lot like blackberry cobbler, and I can’t get enough
Well, in all my years of pickin'
From sunup to sundown
A berry sweet as your two lips, this boy has never found
You can ask my Mama, my brothers and my sisters
And my Daddy will tell you straight
When it comes to eatin' cobbler, honey, I will always clean my plate
Baby, your love’s a lot like blackberry cobbler, and I can’t get enough
I could eat it for breakfast, I could eat it for dinner
Even supper wouldn’t be too much
Back home, I’m known as a cobbler gobbler
I sure do love that stuff
Your love’s a lot like blackberry cobbler, and I can’t get enough
Back home, I’m known as a cobbler gobbler
I sure do love that stuff
Your love’s a lot like blackberry cobbler, and I can’t get enough
Baby, your love’s a lot like blackberry cobbler, and I can’t get enough
Can’t get enough of your sweet love