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I would try my finger and I would try
my hand
E7
At any fool game in this man's land
A7
E7
But don't you talk about this-a friend of mine,
B7
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I ain't never been let down and you'd be wastin' time.
I would
scratch and steal, I would maim a man,
I would even run the bounty across the other
country,
So don't you talk about this here friend of mine,
I gave it all of my money, but it
makes me feel fine.
E7
Yeah, I know you won't give me no peace of mind,
Try
to understand I just wanna feel good all the time.
A7
E7
Don't you talk about a dear old friend of mine,
B7
Well, I know that
you are sweet and more than double fine.
Everybody said you oughta marry that rich man down
the line,
But if I had to make a choice I wouldn't change my mind.
A7
Honey, you
just ain't as sweet as my strawberry wine,
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Oh no, no no no no no no no no, no no no no no no no no.
Yeah, You caught me
when I's down a-sleepin' in the park,
Climbin' up the walls and laughin' in the dark.
But I
heard you been talkin' about a dear old friend of mine,
Never tasted anything as sweet as my
strawberry wine,
No, no no no no no, no no no no no no no no,
No, no no no no no no no. |
