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		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.

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		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]