| They been diggin' my potatoes, How they trampin' on my vine
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| They been diggin' my potatoes, How they trampin' on my vine
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| Now I’ve got a special plan, restin' on my mind
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| I don’t eat no cabbage sprouts, bring me a solid head
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| Suppose they could call the wagon, if I find him in my bed
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| You know they diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
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| I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
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| If she’s tired out of … what a way to hell
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| Call a taxi cab, she’s halfway down the …
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| They been diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
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| I have got a special plan, restin' on my mind
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| Now my vines is all green,'tattoos are solid red
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| Never found a bruised, till I caught them in my bed
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| She must be diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
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| I have a special plan, restin' on my mind |