Blackberry wine on a Saturday night
A sip full of sugar gonna make you feel fine
That woman she drives me out of my mind
Blackberry wine on a Saturday night,
yeah
She got long tan legs, her feet on the dash
Her eyes on mine and her hand on 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 anyway, I'm here
I say, oh,
don't you stop now, I wanna get
Put the pedal to the metal, I'll shift gears
Well,
it's getting late, but she don't wanna go home
So we pulled in over to the side of the road
That scene's rocking and we're turning on
It's getting real late,
but she don't wanna go home
And I say, oh,
where we going, mama?
She says,
I don't care anyway,
I'm here I say,
oh,
don't you stop now, I wanna get
Put the pedal to the metal,
I'll shift gears Put the pedal to the metal,
I'll shift gears
Blue lights flashing in the back windshield
Buckle up, baby, we ain't stopping here
Kicking up dust,
ain't getting busted Brewing red lights,
can't stop this loving
And I say, oh,
where we going, mama?
She says, I don't care anyway, I'm here
I say,
oh,
don't you stop now,
I wanna get Put the pedal to the metal,
I'll shift gears
Put the pedal to the metal,
I'll shift gears Blackberry wine on a Saturday night
Blackberry wine got me feeling all right
Blackberry wine get me out of my mind
Blackberry wine on a Saturday night