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