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Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring |
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My summer wine is really made from all these things |
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I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled too |
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A song that I had only sang to just a few |
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She saw my silver spurs and said let pass some time |
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And I will give to you summer wine |
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Oohh-oh summer wine |
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Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring |
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My summer wine is really made from all these things |
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Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time |
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And I will give to you summer wine |
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Oohh-oh summer wine |
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My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak |
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I tried to get up but I couldn't find my feet |
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She reassured me with an unfamilliar line |
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And then she gave to me more summer wine |
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Oohh-oh summer wine |
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Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring |
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My summer wine is really made from all these things |
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Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time |
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And I will give to you summer wine |
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Oohh-oh summer wine |
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When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes |
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My silver spurs were gone my head felt twice its size |
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She took my silver spurs a dollar and a dime |
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And left me cravin' for more summer wine |
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Oohh-oh summer wine |
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Strawberries cherries and an angel's kiss in spring |
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My summer wine is really made from all these things |
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Take off those silver spurs and help me pass the time |
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And I will give to you my summer wine |
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Oohh-oh summer wne |
