Canned Goods

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.