Strawberries cherries
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and an angels kiss in spring
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My summer wine is really
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made from all these things
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I walked in town on silver spurs
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that jingled to
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A song that I had only sang
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to just a few
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She saw my silver spurs and
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said lets pass some time
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And I will give to you summer wine
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Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
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Strawberries cherries and
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an angels kiss in spring
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My summer wine is really
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made from all these things
|
Take off your silver spurs
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and help me pass the time
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And I will give to you summer wine
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Ohhh-oh summer wine
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My eyes grew heavy and my lips
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they could not speak
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I tried to get up
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but I couldnt find my feet
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She reassured me
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with an unfamiliar line
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And then she gave
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to me more summer wine
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Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
|
Strawberries cherries
|
and an angels kiss in spring
|
My summer wine is really
|
made from all these things
|
Take off your silver spurs
|
and help me pass the time
|
And I will give to you summer wine
|
Mmm-mm summer wine
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When I woke up
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the sun was shining in my eyes
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My silver spurs were gone
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my head felt twice it's size
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She took my silver spurs
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a dollar and a dime
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And left me cravin
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for more summer wine
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Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
|
Strawberries cherries
|
and an angels kiss in spring
|
My summer wine is really
|
made from all these things
|
Take off your silver spurs
|
and help me pass the time
|
And I will give to you summer wine
|
Mmm-mm summer wine
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Summer Wine
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| Nancy Sinatra, Lee Hazlewood |
