Happy All The Time Lyrics

Miss Berryessa was a blackberry picker
And in turn a blackberry pie baker
She got cinnamon simmerin' in her sugar pan
Soaking in the firewater hiding from the man
Talkin' moonshine, moonshine yeah
Picking from the berries for to sweeten up her pan
Full of moonshine, moonshine
I¹m never to stray too far away from

Miss Berryessa, she's happy all the time
' Cause of moonshine, moonshine yeah
She got another batch of berries on the vine
Moonshine, moonshine
Her cinnamon is simmerin' Gotta get a little taste of that sugar yeah yeah
I never care much where she been
As long as she come back home to blackberry heaven

Miss Berryessa was a third-eye thinker
Known more better as a firewater drinker
Buried in the briar bloody scratches on her hands
Pickin' from the berries for to sweeten up her pan
Full of moonshine, moonshine yeah
Later that night she got hassled by the man he drank her
Moonshine, moonshine
I¹m never to stray too far away

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