Digging My Potatoes

New Words and Arrangement by Lonnie Donnegan

My vine's all green, my potato's red
I thought you was my friend till I caught you in my bed
Yeah, digging my potatoes trampling on my vine
I had a worried feeling wrestling on my mind

Now I love you in the winter, I love you in the fall
But in between them blankets baby I love you best of all
Digging my potatoes trampling on my vine
I had a worried feeling wrestling on my mind

I crept up to the window, I thoght I heard a whine
I heard somebody waaaah, you dirty swine
Digging my potatoes trampling on my vine
Yeah I had a worried feeling wrestling on my mind

Yeah I crept up the the window cos I thought I heard a moan
I heard somebody waaah, you're sucking on my sweet bone
Hey, digging my potatoes trampling on my vine
I had a worried feeling wrestling on my mind

Yeah a dollar is a dollar, Lord, a dime is a dime
I love you baby, well most of the time
Yeah, digging my potatoes trampling on my vine
I had a worried feeling wrestling on my mind

E.J. sock it to them

Two old ladies sit down in the sand
Watching Lonnie Donnegan playing with the hairy band
Hey, digging my potatoes trampling on my vine
I had a worried feeling wrestling on my mind

Yeah, It ain't over, it ain't over
It ain't over, it ain't over
It ain't over