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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

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