Contributed by Justus Koshiol
Standard Tuning
Intro
Let wild winter winds bellow 'n' blow
I'm as warm as a July to ma to.
[chorus:]
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
grandma put it all in jars.
Well, there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
Watch you head now, and down you go (Chorus)
Maybe you're weary an' you don't give a damn
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam. (Chorus)
Ah, she's got magic in her - you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in with her beans. (Chorus)
What with the snow and the economy and ev'ry'thing,
I think I'll jus' stay down here and eat until spring. (Chorus)
When I go down 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
I really got to go see her 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. (Chorus)