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They've been diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
They've been diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
I don't eat no cabbage sprouts, bring me thoughts to head
Supposed to call the wagon, if I find him in my bed
You know they've been diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
Now she powdered her face, wet her wavy hair
Caught a taxicab, she's out across town somewhere
You know she's diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
Said my vine's all green, potatoes solid red
Never found a bruised one, till I caught them in my bed
You know they're diggin' my potatoes, trampin' on my vine
I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
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