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Strawberry Wine

Deana Carter

He was working through college on my grandpa’s farm
I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car…yeah…
I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
One restless summer we found love growing wild
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
It’s funny how those memories they last…like

Strawberry wine at seventeen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, oh bittersweet
Green on the vine, like strawberry wine

I still remember when thirty was old
And my biggest fear was September when he had to go
A few cards and letters and one long distance call
We drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year I come back to this place
Just to remember the taste….of

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The fields have grown over now
Years since they’ve seen the plow
There’s nothing time hasn’t touched
Is it really him or the lost of my innocence
I’ve been missing so much…..yeah…..

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