More New Lyrics - Canned Peaches

Improvisation can lead us to use any given thought as a jumping off point from which we can incite creativity - to improvise on the plethora of fleeting impressions and half-guessed tidbits of life...  That's how this song came about yesterday.  Someone mentioned "Southern Illinois Peaches" and I was off and running. 

BTW: This means I've got three sets of new lyrics for which I'll write music.  It also means that my next album is about 2/3s determined.  Soon, the actual recording process will start!  I'm excited!

Canned Peaches     by Randy Creath  7/28/2011

I can smell fresh peaches as the cooker’s heatin’ up

The steam shrouds the kitchen as my mother fills a cup

The sugar hits the boilin’ water, the syrup turns light gold

The knives and scoops are scalded and the crew’s ready to go

Chorus:

Cannin’ up the garden in the old ball-mason jars

Look ahead to winter and the north wind’s roaring wars

The cold’ll try to beat us down and the snow’ll hide the stars

Glad to eat canned peaches, tellin’ lies and swappin’ yarns

Sometimes it might be green beans, and other times it’s corn

Cucumbers become pickles, while tomatoes wait at the farm

Stealin’ berries, nibblin’ carrots on hot and sultry days

I didn’t much like the turnips but zucchini seemed OK

Dad liked to try somethin’ new, we were never sure

But if he ate it ‘n’ didn’t die, we’d usually try the cure

We learned about how we could take the tiger by the tail

From pickled peppers, brussel sprouts, cabbages and kale

Then came the day my parents said, we’re gonna can some beef

We were goggle-eyed, confused, lost in unbelief

On cold fall days of campin’, Mother’d cook us up a mess…

Of canned beef ‘n’ dried egg noodles, might’ve been the best.