Greg Brown - Canned Goods lyrics

Let those December winds bellow 'n' blow I'm as warm as a July tomato. [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus] Maybe you're weary an' you don't give a damn I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam. [Chorus] Ah, she's got magic in her - you know what I mean She puts the sun and rain in with her green beans. [Chorus] What with the snow and the economy and ev'ry'thing, I think I'll jus' stay down here and eat until spring. [Chorus] 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. [Chorus]