Canned Goods
Let those December winds bellow and 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 your head now, and down you go
And there's...
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
Maybe you're weary and you don't give a damn
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam
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
She's got magic in her - you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in with her green beans
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
What with the snow and the economy and everything
I think I'll just stay down here and eat until spring
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
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
And 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.
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