Artist | Deana Carter |
Song | Strawberry Wine |
Director | Roger Pistole |
Intro | No |
Outro | No |
Sound Mix | Stereo |
Technical Specifications | colour - format unknown |
He was working through college on my grandpa's farm. I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car. (yeah) I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child. When one restless summer we found love growing wild. On the banks of the river on a well beaten path. It's funny how those memories they last. Like strawberry wine and seventeen. The hot July moon saw everything. My first taste of love oh bittersweet. The green on the vine. Like strawberry wine. I still remember when thirty was old. ... |