| Am | |
| He was working thru college |
| C | G | |
| On my granpa's fa | rm |
| Am | |
| I was thursten for knowledge |
| C | G | |
| And he had a ca | r |
| Am | C | G | |
| I was caught somewhere | between a woman and a | child |
| Am | C | G | |
| One restless summer we | found love growing w | ild |
| Am | C | G | |
| On the banks of a | river near a well beaten | path |
| Am | C | G | |
| Ain't it funny how | those memories they l | ast |
| Chorus |
| Am | C | |
| Like Strawberry W | ine |
| G | |
| Seventeen |
| Am | |
| The hot july moon |
| C | G | |
| Saw everythin | g |
| Am | C | G | |
| My first | taste of love was | bittersweet |
| Am | C | |
| Like Green on the | Vine (not sure if this is correct) |
| G | |
| Strawberry Wine |
| Verse 2 |
| I still remember |
| when thirty 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 |
| but year after year I come back to this place |
| just to rembeber the taste of |
| Chorus |
| Verse 3 |
| The fields have grown over now |
| years since the've seen the plow |
| there'e nothing time hasn't touched |
| Was it really him or the loss of my innocence |
| I'm missing so much! |
| Yaaaaaah. |
| That's it you should be able to pick up the strumming pattern from the cd. |
| Happy to give back a song since I have taken so many! |