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by Deana Carter
CHe was working through colFlege
COn my grandpa's fGarm
CI was thirstin' for knowlFedge
CAnd he had a cGar
AmI was caught somewhere between a woman and a chilGd
AmOne restless summer we found love growing wilGd
GOn the banks of a river on a well beaten pFath
GAin't funny how those memories they last lFike
FStrawberry wCine
SeventGeen
The hot July mAmoon
Saw everyFthing
My first taste of lCove whoa bittGersweet
And green on the vAmine
FLike strawberry wiCne
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 remember the taste of
DmThe fields have grown over now
Years since they've seen the plow
There's nothing time hasn't touched
AmWas it really him or the loss of my innocence
GI've been missing so muFch
FYaaaaahhChh
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