| 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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| 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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| 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. |