Diggin My Potatoes - Chris Barber's Jazz Band

Oh, you been diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm

Oh, you been diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm

Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind

Well, my farm’s all green, 'tatoes painted red

I didn’t find a crew top, caught the fool in my bed

You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm

Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind

Well, I went down town this mornin', left my gate unlatched

When I came back home, that fool in my 'tattoo patch

You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm

Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind

Oh, I tipped up to my window, I wished I had a gun

My farm wrapped around the fool, you know, he was goin' South

You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm

Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind

Well, you know she powdered her face and water-waved her hair

Know she caught a taxi, goin' cross town somewhere

You know, she diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm

Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind

Restin' on my mind

Restin' on my mind

Restin' on my mind

Restin' on my mind