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Let those December winds bellow and blow |
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I\'m as warm as a July tomato |
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Peaches on the shelf |
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Potatoes in the bin |
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Supper\'s ready, everybody come on in |
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Taste a little of the summer |
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Taste a little of the summer |
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You can taste a little of the summer |
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My grandma\'s put it all in jars |
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Well, there\'s a root cellar, fruit cellar down below |
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Watch your head now, and down you go |
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And there\'s... |
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Maybe you\'re weary and you don\'t give a damn |
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I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam |
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She\'s got magic in her - you know what I mean |
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She puts the sun and rain in with her green beans |
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What with the snow and the economy and everything |
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I think I\'ll just stay down here and eat until spring |
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When I go to see my grandma I gain a lot of weight |
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With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate |
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She cans the pickles, sweet & dill |
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She cans the songs of the whippoorwill |
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And the morning dew and the evening moon |
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And I really got to go see her pretty soon |
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\'Cause these canned goods I buy at the store |
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Ain\'t got the summer in them anymore |
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You bet, grandma, as sure as you\'re born |
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I\'ll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm |
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Peaches on the shelf |
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Potatoes in the bin |
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Supper\'s ready, everybody come on in, now |
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Taste a little of the summer |
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Taste a little of the summer |
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Taste a little of the summer |
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My grandma put it all in jars |
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Let those December winds bellow and blow |
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I\'m as warm as a July tomato. |
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Chorus |
