| Strawberries cherries and an angels 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 to
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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 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 an angels 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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| Ohhh-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 unfamiliar line
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| And then she gave to me more summer wine
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| Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
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| Strawberries cherries and an angels 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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| Mmm-mm 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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| Ohh-oh-oh summer wine
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| Strawberries cherries and an angels 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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| Mmm-mm summer wine |