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Greg Brown Yellow Dog Canned Goods Well let the wild winter wind bellow and blow I'm as warm as a July tomato [chorus:] There's peaches on the shelf, potatoes in the bin Supper ready, everybody come on in Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Taste a little of the summer Grandma put it all in jars Well there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below Watch your head now, and down we go [repeat chorus] Well maybe you are weary and you don't give a damn I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam [repeat chorus] Oh she got magic in her, you know what I mean She puts the sun and rain in with her beans [repeat chorus] What with the snow and the economy and everything I think I'll just stay down here and eat until spring [repeat chorus] When I go down to see Grandma, I gain a lot a weight With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate She cans the pickles, sweet and dill And the songs of the whip-or-will and the morning dew and the evening moon I really gotta go down and see her soon Cause the canned goods that I buy at the store Ain't got the summer in em anymore You bet Grandma as sure as you're born I'll take some more potatoes and a thunder storm |
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