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CANNED GOODS (Greg Brown) Well, let the wild winter wind bellow and blow. I'm as warm as a July tomato. Cho: There's 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. 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 thunderstorm. [As sung by Greg Brown on "One Night" (1983), "One More Goodnight Kiss" (1988), and "The Live One" (1995).] @food filename[ CANDGOOD JD |
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