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
['chicago blues', 'traditional blues', 'washboard']