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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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Yeah, I was caught 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 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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The green on the vine like strawberry wine |
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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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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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The green on the vine like strawberry wine |
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The fields have grown over now |
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Years since they've seen a 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? Yeah |
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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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And 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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The green on the vine like strawberry wine |
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Strawberry wine |
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Strawberry wine |
