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