Let those December winds bellow 'n' blow I'm as warm as a July tomato. 

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 

Maybe you're weary 
an' you don't give a damn 
I bet you never tasted 
her blackberry jam. 

Ah, she's got magic in her - 
you know what I mean 
She puts the sun and rain in 
with her green beans. 

What with the snow 
and the economy 
and ev'ry'thing, 
I think I'll jus' stay down here 
and eat until spring. 

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.