| Baby, they diggin' my potatoes
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| Lord, they trampin' on my vine
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| Now I’ve got a special plan now baby
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| Lord, that a-restin' on my mind
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| Now, I don’t want no cabbage sprouts
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| Bring me a solid head
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| Suppose they call the wagon. |
| ..
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| I catched him in my bed
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| You know they diggin' my potatoes
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| Lord, they trampin' on my vine
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| Now my vines is all green
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| 'tattoos they all red
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| Never found a bruised one
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| Till I caught them in my bed
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| You know they diggin' my potatoes
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| Lord, they trampin' on my vine
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| Now, I’ve been all around
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| Lookin' up and down
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| Never found my baby
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| 'cause she was layin' in another town
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| I know she’s diggin' my potatoes
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| Lord, she’s trampin' on my vine
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| Yes, now I got a special plan now baby
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| Lord, that a-restin' on my mind
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| Yes, I’ve got a special plan now baby
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| Lord, that a-restin' on my mind |