Blackberry Wine

Blackberry wine on a Saturday night. Says, "Spoonful of sugar gonna make you feel fine." And that woman, she drives me out of my Mind with blackberry wine on a Saturday night, Yeah. She got long tan legs, her feet on the Dash. Her eyes on mine and her hand in my Lap. She says, "Stop going slow, I wanna go fast. Put the hammer down and hit the gas." And I say, "Oh, Where we going, mama?" She says, "I don't care, anywhere but here." I say, "Oh, won't you stop now, Woman? Put the pedal to the metal, I'll shift the Gears. Put the pedal to the metal, I'll shift The gears." Woo. Well, it's getting late, but she don't wanna go Home. So we pullin' over to the side of the Road. Back seats rockin' and we're turnin' on. It's gettin' real late, but she don't wanna go Home. And I say, "Oh, where we going, Mama?" She says, "I don't care, anywhere but here." I say, "Oh, Won't you stop now, woman? Put the pedal to the metal, I'll shift the Gears. Put the pedal to the metal, shift the Gears." Yow. Woo. Blue lights flashin' in the back windshield. Buckle up, baby, we ain't stoppin' here. Kickin' up dust, ain't gettin' busted. Blue and red lights can't stop this lovin'. And I say, "Oh, Where we going, mama?" She says, "I don't care, anywhere but here." I say, "Oh, won't you stop now, Woman? Put the pedal to the metal, I'll shift the Gears. Put the pedal to the metal, I'll shift The gears." Blackberry wine on a Saturday night. Blackberry wine got me feelin' all right. Blackberry wine get me out of my mind with Blackberry wine on a Saturday night.