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He was working through college on my grandpa's farm
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I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car
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I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
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When one restless summer we found love growing wild
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On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
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It's funny how those memories they last
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Like strawberry wine and seventeen
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The hot July moon saw everything
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My first taste of love oh bittersweet
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Green on the vine
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Like strawberry wine
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I still remember when thirty was old
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And my biggest fear was September when he had to go
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A few cards and letters and one 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 and seventeen
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The hot July moon saw everything
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My first taste of love oh bittersweet
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Green on the vine
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Like strawberry wine
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The fields have grown over now
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Years since they've seen the plow
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There's nothing time hasn't touched
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Is it really him or the loss of my innocence
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I've been missing so much
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Strawberry wine and seventeen
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The hot July moon saw everything
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My first taste of love oh bittersweet
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Green on the vine
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Like strawberry wine and seventeen
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The hot July moon saw everything
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My first taste of love oh bittersweet
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Green on the vine
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Like strawberry wine
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Strawberry wine
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Strawberry wine
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Strawberry Wine
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| Deana Carter |
