Summerwine

Strawberries, cherries and an angel kissing spring
My summer wine is really made from all these things

I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sing to just a few
She saw my silver spurs and said let's pass some time
And I will give to [C7]you, summer wine
Oh, oh, oh, summer wine

Stɾawberries, cherries and [Bm]an angel kissing spring
My summer wine is ɾeally made from all [Em]these things
Take off your silver spurs and [Bm]help me pass the time
And I will give to [C7]you, summer wine
Oh, summer wine

My eyes grew heavy and [Bm]my [A]lips they could not speak
I tɾied to [C7]get up but I couldn't find my [A]feet
She ɾeassured me with the unfamiliar line
And then she gave to [C7]me, more summer wine
Whoa, whoa, oh, summer wine

Stɾawberries, cherries and [Bm]an angel kissing spring
My summer wine is ɾeally made from all [Em]these things
Take off your silver spurs and [Bm]help me pass the time
And I will give to [C7]you, summer wine
Mm, summer wine

When I woke up, the sun was [Am7]shining in my [A]eyes
My silver spurs were gone, my [A]head felt twice its size
She took my [A]silver spurs, a dollar and [Bm]a dime
And left me craving for, more summer wine
Oh, oh, summer wine

Stɾawberries, cherries and [Bm]an angel kissing spring
My summer wine is ɾeally made from all [Em]these things
Take off those silver spurs, help me pass the time
And I will give to [C7]you [A7my [A]summer wine
Oh, oh, summer wine
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