[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
[repeat chorus]
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