Strawberry Wine 4 - Deana Carter ♬ How to Play

Strawberry Wine 4 chords

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He was workin threw college

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on my grampa's farm

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I was thirsten for knowledge

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and he had a car

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I was cought somewhere between a woman and a child

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one restless summer we found love growing wild

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on the banks of a river near a well beaten path

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ain't it funny how those memries they last

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like strawberry wine , seventeen , the hot july moon , saw everything

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my first taste of love , was bittersweet , like green on the vine 

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like strawberry wine.


verse 2 
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i still remember , when thirty was old

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my biggest fear was september, when he had to go 

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yeah a few cards and letters and a long distance call

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we drifted away like the leaves in the fall

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but year after year i come back to this place

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just to remember the taste

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of strawberry wine, seventeen, the hot july moon ,saw everything 

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the first taste of love , oh bittersweet , like green on the vine

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like strawberry wine.


verse 3

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the fields have grown over now, years since ive seen the plow

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there's nothing time hasn't touched. 

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was it really him or the loss of my innocence, ive been missing so much 


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