Refrain:
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.
S'pose they call the wagon . . . (?)
I catched him in my bed
You know they -- (REFRAIN)

Now my vines is all green
'Tatoes they all red
Never found a bruised one