Deana Carter - Strawberry wine

^DHe was ^Gworking thru college ^DOn my grampa's fa^Arm ^DI was t^Ghirstin for knowledge ^DAnd he had a ca^Ar ^DI was caught somewhere betwe^Gen a woman and a child ^DOne restless summer we found love^G growing wild ^AOn the banks of a river near a we^Gll beaten path ^AAin't it funny ho^Gw those memories they last

^GLike Strawberr^Dy Wine Seve^Anteen The hot^Em july moon Saw everythin^Gg My first taste of^D love was b^Aittersweet Like Green on th^Eme Vine^G Strawber^Dry Wine

^DI sti^Gll remember ^Dwhen ^Athirty was old ^DMy bigg^Gest fear was September ^Dwhen ^Ahe had to go ^DA few car^Gds and letters and one long distance call ^Dwe drifte^Gd away like the leaves in the fall ^Abut year ^Gafter year I come back to this place ^Ajust to^G remember the taste of

The fi^Gelds have grown over now ^Gyears since the've seen the plow ^Gthere'e nothing time hasn't touched ^EmWas it rea^Dlly him o^Ar the loss of my innocence Ive been missin^Gg so much!