Greg Brown - Canned Goods

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Let those December winds bellow 'n' blow
I’m as warm as a July tomato
Peaches on the shelf
Potatoes in the bin
Supper’s ready, everybody come on in
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
You can taste a little of the summer
My grandma’s put it all in jars
Well, there’s a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
Watch you head now, and down you go
And there’s
Maybe you’re weary an' you don’t give a damn
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam
Ah, she’s got magic in her — you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in with her green beans
What with the snow and the economy and ev’ry’thing
I think I’ll jus' stay down here and eat until spring
When I go to see my grandma I gain a lot of weight
With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate
She cans the pickles, sweet & dill
She cans the songs of the whippoorwill
And the morning dew and the evening moon
'N' I really got to go see her pretty soon
'Cause these canned goods I buy at the store
Ain’t got the summer in them anymore
You bet, grandma, as sure as you’re born
I’ll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm
Peaches on the shelf
Potatoes in the bin
Supper’s ready, everybody come on in, now
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
Taste a little of the summer
My grandma put it all in jars
Let those December winds bellow and blow
I’m as warm as a July tomato