Canned Goods

Every time I go to my dentist, she always has wonderful music playing.  One time she had some Greg Brown going on, and I asked her who he was.  She couldn't believe I hadn't heard of him...and she's right, I had heard of him, of course.   He wrote this song, as covered by some folks called "Delores and the Pickin' Fretter"




The song's got the best chorus ever....
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


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 just 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.


Let those December winds bellow and blow,
I'm as warm as a July tomato.