This is from Michael Taft's Pre-War Blues Lyrics:

DIGGIN' MY POTATOES
Washboard Sam
Chicago, 15 May 1939
(034797- ) BB-B8211 BC-10

Baby's digging my potatoes : tramping on my vines
I have a special plan : resting on my mind

I don't eat no cabbage sprouts : bring me solid head
Go to call a wagon : if I find him in my bed

Now she powdered her face : *Lord her* wavy hair
Caught a taxicab : she's out across town somewhere

Said my vine's coloured green : potatoes solid red
Never found a bruised one : till I caught them in my bed