Canned Goods

Yellow Dog
Canned Goods
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
Well maybe you are weary and you don’t give a damn
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam
Oh she got magic in her, you know what I mean
She puts the sun and rain in with her beans
What with the snow and the economy and everything
I think I’ll just stay down here and eat until spring
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