Аккорды Greg Brown - Canned Good

Standard Tuning

Intro G 

      D                      G        Em
Let wild winter winds bellow 'n' blow
           G            C   D    G      C  G     
I'm as warm as a July   to  ma   to.

[chorus:]     C
              Peaches on the shelf
               G
              Potatoes in the bin
              D                 G               D
              Supper's ready, everybody come on in
              D                       G
              Taste a little of the summer,
              D                       G
              Taste a little of the summer,
                      D                     G
              You can taste a little of the summer
                 C           D      G
              grandma put it all in jars.

                D                         G           
Well, there's a root cellar, fruit cellar down below
Em                      G
Watch you head now, and down you go   (Chorus)

D                          G
Maybe you're weary an' you don't give a damn
  Em                       G
I bet you never tasted her blackberry jam.   (Chorus)

              D                   G
Ah, she's got magic in her - you know what I mean
             Em           G
She puts the sun and rain in with her beans.   (Chorus)
 
               D                       G
What with the snow and the economy and ev'ry'thing,
   Em                                G
I think I'll jus' stay down here and eat until spring.   (Chorus)

          D                        G       
When I go down to see my grandma I gain a lot of weight
      Em                         G
With her dear hands she gives me plate after plate.
 C                       G
She cans the pickles, sweet & dill
 D                        G
She cans the songs of the whippoorwill
         D                  G
And the morning dew and the evening moon
   D               G 
I really got to go see her soon
       D                    G
'Cause these canned goods I buy at the store
D                            G
Ain't got the summer in them anymore.
D                    G 
You bet, grandma, as sure as you're born
      D                            G
I'll take some more potatoes and a thunderstorm.  (Chorus)