Introduction to “Pickin’ Wild Mountain Berries” by Conway Twitty & Loretta Lynn
Conway Twitty and Loretta Lynn, two iconic figures in the realm of country music, joined forces to create a timeless duet, “Pickin’ Wild Mountain Berries.”
This song, released in 1975, showcases their harmonious vocals and the enduring appeal of traditional country storytelling.
Background
Set against the backdrop of rural Americana, “Pickin’ Wild Mountain Berries” paints a vivid picture of simpler times. The lyrics evoke nostalgia for a bygone era, when life moved at a slower pace and connection to nature was paramount.
The imagery of picking berries in the mountains symbolizes the innocence and purity associated with childhood.
Twitty and Lynn’s voices blend seamlessly, creating a sense of intimacy and authenticity. Their delivery is heartfelt, capturing the emotional depth of the song’s themes.
Twitty’s smooth baritone complements Lynn’s powerful vocals, resulting in a dynamic and captivating performance.
The song’s instrumentation is sparse yet effective, allowing the vocal harmonies to take center stage. Acoustic guitars and fiddle provide a rustic accompaniment, enhancing the nostalgic atmosphere. The production is clean and uncluttered, emphasizing the raw emotion of the lyrics.
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Lyrics
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Where you been, where you been.It’s the same ole question againWhat’s the use baby, what’s the useThey ain’t never gonna turn us loose.You got dirt all over your faceAnd your lipstick is way out of placeOh, we gonna tell ’emWhat we tell ’em every time before.They won’t leave us aloneThey want us to come homeWe been busy makin’ merriesAnd pickin’ wild mountain berries.We’re pickin’ wild mountain berriesThat’s our excuse every timeWe’ve been busy makin’ merriesAnd pickin’ wild mountain berries.Conway, I don’t know. Loretta, I don’t knowIf I can keep honey, from lettin’ it showWhat’s our plan, tell me what’s our planNow you know they won’t understand.If my hair is a drippin’ wetAnd my clothes are soakin’ wetAnd 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 messAnd there ain’t no berries in your bucketNow we’ll explain it honey, as best as we can.They won’t leave us aloneThey want us to come homeWe been a busy makin’ merriesAnd pickin’ wild mountain berries.We’re pickin’ wild mountain berriesThat’s our excuse everytimeWe been a busy makin’ merriesAnd pickin’ wild mountain berries…