Diggin’ My Potatoes

Baby, they diggin' my potatoes
Lord, they trampin' on my vine
Now I've got a special plan now baby
Lord, that a-restin' on my mind

Now, I don't want no cabbage sprouts
Bring me a solid head
Suppose they call the wagon . . .
I catched him in my bed

You know they diggin' my potatoes
Lord, they trampin' on my vine
Now my vines is all green
'tattoos they all red

Never found a bruised one
Till I caught them in my bed
You know they diggin' my potatoes
Lord, they trampin' on my vine

Now, I've been all around
Lookin' up and down
Never found my baby
'cause she was layin' in another town

I know she's diggin' my potatoes
Lord, she's trampin' on my vine
Yes, now I got a special plan now baby
Lord, that a-restin' on my mind

Yes, I've got a special plan now baby
Lord, that a-restin' on my mind