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Walked into town on silver spurs that jingle too |
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A song that I had only sung for just a few |
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She saw my silver spurs and said lets pass some time |
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And I will give to you summer wine |
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Oh, summer wine |
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(Gry) |
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Strawberry, cherries, and an angle kissin spring |
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My summer wine is really made from all these things |
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Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time |
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And I shall give to you summer wine |
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Oh, summer win |
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Alexander Hacke |
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My eyes grew heavy and my lips they would not speak |
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I tried to get up but I could find my feet |
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She reassured me with an unfamiliar line |
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And when she gave to me more summer wine |
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Oh, summer wine |
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(Gry) |
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Strawberry, cherries, and an angle kissin spring |
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My summer wine is really made from all these things |
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Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time |
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And I shall give to you summer wine |
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Oh, summer wine |
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Alexander Hacke |
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When I woke up the sun was shinning in my eyes |
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My silver spurs were gone, my head felt twice it size |
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She took my silver spurs-the dollar and the dime |
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And left me cravein for summer wine |
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Oh, summer wine |
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(Gry) |
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Strawberry, cherries, and an angle kissin spring |
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My summer wine is really made from all these things |
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Take off your silver spurs and help me pass the time |
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And I shall give to you summer wine |
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Oh, summer wine |
