Let those December winds bellow 'n' blow
I'm as warm as a July tomato.
[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
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
[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 green 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 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.
[Chorus]
I'm as warm as a July tomato.
[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
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
[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 green 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 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.
[Chorus]
Greg Brown

Gregory Dane Brown (born July 2, 1949) is an American folk singer-songwriter and guitarist from Iowa.
Have always loved Greg Brown's songs, since long before I ended up living in Iowa.
Saw him perform once in Davis, CA at the Palms.
He was quite sober [to an earlier comment], and connected well with the audience.
I recommend more Greg Brown, he's got a lot of gold nuggets.
And since I tend to think of them in the same mental category, I'll also put in a plug (and a plea) for the late John Hartford.
Reminds me of David Wilcox concerts watching the sun set over the mountains behind Arvada or Denver, where the stories and guitar riffs go on all evening.Thank You for a New Awesome Song!
They just keep on going.