d g
He was workin threw college
d am
on my grampa's farm
d g
I was thirsten for knowledge
d am
and he had a car
bm g
I was cought somewhere between a woman and a child
bm g
one restless summer we found love growing wild
am g
on the banks of a river near a well beaten path
am g
ain't it funny how those memries they last
d am bm
g
like strawberry wine , seventeen , the hot july moon , saw everything
d am
bm g
my first taste of love , was bittersweet , like green on the vine
d
like strawberry wine.
verse 2
d g d am
i still remember , when thirty was old
d g am
my biggest fear was september, when he had to go
bm g
yeah a few cards and letters and a long distance call
bm g
we drifted away like the leaves in the fall
am g
but year after year i come back to this place
am g
just to remember the taste
d am bm
g
of strawberry wine, seventeen, the hot july moon ,saw everything
d am
bm g
the first taste of love , oh bittersweet , like green on the vine
d
like strawberry wine.
verse 3
em em
the fields have grown over now, years since ive seen the plow
em
there's nothing time hasn't touched.
bm d am
was it really him or the loss of my innocence, ive been missing so much
yeaaaaaaaaaaaah
strum these cords
d..... am..... bm .... g .... repete
the chorse.