Canned Goods

Let those December winds bellow 'n' blow I'm as warm as a July tomato.

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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

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Maybe you're weary
an' you don't give a damn
I bet you never tasted
her blackberry jam.

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Ah, she's got magic in her -
you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in
with her green beans.

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What with the snow
and the economy
and ev'ry'thing,
I think I'll jus' stay down here
and eat until spring.

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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.

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