Greg Brown - Canned goods

Let wi^Gld winter winds bellow ^F'n' blow ^Am I'm as warm^F as a July ^Fto ^Gma ^Fto. ^{F F}

P^Fotatoes in the bin ^GSupper's ready, ev^Ferybody come on ^Gin ^GTaste a little of the su^Fmmer, ^GTaste a little of the su^Fmmer, You can ^Gtaste a little of the ^Fsummer gra^Fndma put it ^Gall in ^Fjars.

Well, there's a ^Groot cellar, fruit cellar ^Fdown below ^AmWatch you head now, and ^Fdown you go (Chorus)

^GMaybe you're weary an' you ^Fdon't give a damn I ^Ambet you never tasted her ^Fblackberry jam. (Chorus)

Ah, she's got ^Gmagic in her - you k^Fnow what I mean She puts the ^Amsun and rain ^Fin with her beans. (Chorus)

What with the s^Gnow and the economy and ^Fev'ry'thing, I t^Amhink I'll jus' stay down here and ^Feat until spring. (Chorus)

When I go ^Gdown to see my grandma I ^Fgain a lot of weight With h^Amer dear hands she gives me ^Fplate after plate. S^Fhe cans the pickles, swe^Fet & dill S^Ghe cans the songs of the ^Fwhippoorwill And the m^Gorning dew and the ^Fevening moon I r^Geally got to go ^Fsee her soon 'Cause ^Gthese canned goods I ^Fbuy at the store ^GAin't got the summer in them ^Fanymore. ^GYou bet, grandma, as ^Fsure as you're born I'll t^Gake some more potatoes and a ^Fthunderstorm. (Chorus)