So I fell in love with everything music when I was working through college on my grandpa's farm. I was thirsting for knowledge and he had a car. I was caught somewhere between a man 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. Green on the vine. Like strawberry wine.