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CANNED GOODS (Greg Brown) Greg Brown - 1983 The Divers - 1994 Well let the wild winter wind bellow and blow I'm as warm as a July tomato 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 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 maybe you are weary and you don't give a damn I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam 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 Oh, she got magic in her, you know what I mean She puts the sun and rain in with her beans 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 What with the snow and the economy and everything I think I'll just stay down here and eat until spring 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 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 whippoorwill 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 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

    


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