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He was workin' through college
On my grandpa's farm
I was thirstin' for knowledge
And he had a car
Yeah, I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child
One restless summer we found love growin' wild
On the banks of the river on a well-beaten path
It's funny how those memories they last
Like strawberry wine, 17
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, whoa-oh bittersweet
The green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
I still remember
When 30 was old
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
Year after year I come back to this place
Just to remember the taste
Of strawberry wine, and 17
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, whoa-oh, bittersweet
The green on the vine
Like Strawberry wine
The fields have grown over now, years since they've seen a plow
There's nothin' time hasn't touched
Is it really him, or the loss of my innocence
I've been missin' so much?
Strawberry wine, and 17
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, whoa-oh, bittersweet
The green on the vine
Like strawberry wine
Like strawberry wine
Like strawberry wine