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Oh, you been diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
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Oh, you been diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
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Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
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Well, my farm's all green, 'tatoes painted red
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I didn't find a crew top, caught the fool in my bed
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You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
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Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
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Well, I went down town this mornin', left my gate unlatched,
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When I came back home, that fool in my 'tattoo patch
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You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
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Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
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Oh, I tipped up to my window, I wished I had a gun,
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My farm wrapped around the fool, you know, he was goin' South
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You know, he diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
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Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
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Well, you know she powdered her face and water-waved her hair
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Know she caught a taxi, goin' cross town somewhere
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You know, she diggin' my potatoes, crampin' on my farm
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Well, I have a special plan, restin' on my mind
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Restin' on my mind
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Restin' on my mind
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Restin' on my mind
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Restin' on my mind
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Digging My Potatoes
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| Sonny Terry |
