Text: Jeremy Fisher. Canned Goods.

Let those December winds bellow and 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 your head now, and down you go
And there\'s...

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

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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 everything
I think I\'ll just 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
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.

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