From: Jake15904@cs.com
Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2000 12:56:57 EST
Subject: Deana Carter:complete:Strawberry Wine


song:Strawberry Wine
By: Deana Carter
Tabbed by: Jake K.


d                              g
He was workin threw college

d                       am
on my grampa's farm

d                        g 
I was thirsten for knowledge

d                   am
and he had a car

bm                                                g    
I was cought somewhere between a woman and a child

bm                                          g 
one restless summer we found love growing wild

am                                       g
on the banks of a river near a well beaten path

am                                                   g 
ain't it funny how those memries they last

                       d               am                      bm             
        g 
like strawberry wine , seventeen , the hot july moon , saw everything

                        d                     am                              
  bm           g 
my first taste of love , was bittersweet , like green on the vine 

                        d
like strawberry wine.


verse 2 
d          g              d                    am     
i still remember , when thirty was old

d                                  g                                 am 
my biggest fear was september, when he had to go 

           bm                                    g 
yeah a few cards and letters and a long distance call

bm                               g 
we drifted away like the leaves in the fall

      am                            g
but year after year i come back to this place

am                           g
just to remember the taste

                    d               am                     bm                 
  g 
of strawberry wine, seventeen, the hot july moon ,saw everything 

                        d                  am                                
bm          g 
the first taste of love , oh bittersweet , like green on the vine

                       d
like strawberry wine.


verse 3

em                                           em 
the fields have grown over now, years since ive seen the plow

em 
there's nothing time hasn't touched. 

bm                              d                               am
was it really him or the loss of my innocence, ive been missing so much 


yeaaaaaaaaaaaah              


strum these cords
                             d.....    am.....    bm ....    g ....    repete 
the chorse. 


this is a very easy song and if you listen to the cd. youll play 
this song in a flash . as you can see i put the cords where they will be 
changed as you sing with it . have fun ........