{commedia}mp3/hazlewood-lee/summer-wine.mp3{/commedia}

Am                                       G
Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring.
Am                                   G
My summer wine is really made from all these things.

Am                                   G
I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to.
Am                              G
A song that I had only sang to just a few.
Dm                                       Am
She saw my silver spurs and said let’s pass some time.
Dm                        Am
And I will give to you summer wine.
Dm                           Am
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine.

Chorus: 
Am                                       G
Strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring.
Am                                   G
My summer wine is really made from all these things.
Dm                                                Am
Take off your silver spurs and and help me pass the time.
Dm                        Am
And I will give to you summer wine.
Dm                           Am
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine.

My eyes grew heavy and my lips they could not speak.
I tried to get up but I couldn’t find my feet.
She reassured me with an unfamiliar line.
And then she gave to me more summer wine.
Oh-oh-oh summer wine.

Chorus.

When I woke up the sun was shining in my eyes.
My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice its size.
She took my silver spurs, a dollar and a dime.
And left me cravin’ for more summer wine.
Ohh-oh-oh summer wine.

Chorus.

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