Diggin' My Potatoes
Chris Barber
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Somebody's digging my potatoes, trampling on my vines
Well, I had a worried feeling resting on my mind
Yeah, tell me why!
I crept up to the window, thought I heard a moan
But I heard somebody say, "Oh! You stuck in my sweet bone"
Yes, you're digging my potatoes, trampling on my vines
Yes, I had a worried feeling resting on my mind
Now my vines was all green, my potatoes red
I thought you was my friend 'til I caught you in my bed
Yes, you're digging my potatoes, trampling on my vines
Yeah, I had that worried feeling resting on my mind
Now I wanna tell you, boy, leave my girl alone
Ain't nothing in the street, boy, that she can't call her home
Yes, you're digging my potatoes, trampling on my vines
But I had that worried feeling resting on my mind
Tell me your worries, boy!
Love you in the winter, I love you in the fall
But in between them blankets, whew, I love you best of all
Yes, you're digging my potatoes, trampling on my vines
Lord, I had a worried feeling resting on my mind
And I crept up to the window 'cause I thought I heard a whine
Well, I heard somebody say, "Oh! You low, dirty swine"
While you're digging my potatoes, trampling on my vines
Yeah, I had that worried feeling resting on my mind
Resting on my mind
Resting on my mind