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       [repeat chorus]       Maybe you're weary    an' you don't give a damn    I bet you never tasted    her blackberry jam.       [repeat chorus]       Ah, she's got magic in her -    you know what I mean    She puts the sun and rain in    with her green beans.       [repeat chorus]       What with the snow    and the economy    and ev'ry'thing,    I think I'll jus' stay down here    and eat until spring.       [repeat 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.       [repeat chorus]