Biography:
Deana Kay Carter (born January 4, 1966 in Nashville, Tennessee, USA) is an American singer-songwriter who records country music.
She is the daughter of Fred Carter, Jr. She is known for performing barefoot, saying that it helps her relax enough to sing.
Award-winning singer/songwriter/performer Deana Carter unveils The Chain, her fifth studio record October 9th on Vanguard Records.
Each of the 12 songs on The Chain has a special importance to Deana, who personally chose material that had a great impact on her early life.
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Four years of hard work!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Strawberry wine by Deana Carter
Vs- C# F#, C# G# x 2
Br1- C# F# C# F#
G# F# G# F#
Ch- C# G# A#m F# x 2 C#
Br2- D#m A#m C# G#
Intro: C# F# C# G#
vs
C# F# C#
He was working through collage
G# C#
On my grandpa’s farm.
F# C#
I was thirsting for knowledge
C# G#
And he had a car,
Br1
C# F#
Yeah…I was caught somewhere between a womman and a child
C# F#
One restless summer we found love growing wild
G# F#
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
G# F#
Its funny how those memories they last!
Ch
C# G#
Like strawberry wine… seven-teen
A#m F#
The hot July moon saw every-thing
C# G#
My first taste of love, was bitter-sweet
A#m F# C#
The green on the vine, like strawberry wine
vs
I still remember, when thirty was old
My biggest fear was September, when he had to go
A few cards and letters and one long distance call
we drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year I cone back to this place
Just to remember the taste!
Ch
Of strawberry wine… seven-teen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, was bitter-sweet
The green on the vine, like strawberry wine
Br2
D#m
The fields have grown over now
D#m
years since they’ve seen the plows
D#m
There’s nothing time hasn’t touched
A#m C#
is it really him? Or the lose of my innocence
G# C#
I’ve been missing so much yea-eah…
Ch
Strawberry wine… seven-teen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, was bitter-sweet
The green on the vine, like strawberry wine
Solo- strawberry wine…yeah… strawberry wine… oh…
Vs- C# F#, C# G# x 2
Br1- C# F# C# F#
G# F# G# F#
Ch- C# G# A#m F# x 2 C#
Br2- D#m A#m C# G#
Intro: C# F# C# G#
vs
C# F# C#
He was working through collage
G# C#
On my grandpa’s farm.
F# C#
I was thirsting for knowledge
C# G#
And he had a car,
Br1
C# F#
Yeah…I was caught somewhere between a womman and a child
C# F#
One restless summer we found love growing wild
G# F#
On the banks of the river on a well beaten path
G# F#
Its funny how those memories they last!
Ch
C# G#
Like strawberry wine… seven-teen
A#m F#
The hot July moon saw every-thing
C# G#
My first taste of love, was bitter-sweet
A#m F# C#
The green on the vine, like strawberry wine
vs
I still remember, when thirty was old
My biggest fear was September, when he had to go
A few cards and letters and one long distance call
we drifted away like the leaves in the fall
But year after year I cone back to this place
Just to remember the taste!
Ch
Of strawberry wine… seven-teen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, was bitter-sweet
The green on the vine, like strawberry wine
Br2
D#m
The fields have grown over now
D#m
years since they’ve seen the plows
D#m
There’s nothing time hasn’t touched
A#m C#
is it really him? Or the lose of my innocence
G# C#
I’ve been missing so much yea-eah…
Ch
Strawberry wine… seven-teen
The hot July moon saw everything
My first taste of love, was bitter-sweet
The green on the vine, like strawberry wine
Solo- strawberry wine…yeah… strawberry wine… oh…
