I never would have guessed it in a hundred years or moreI'd meet a lowland angel eyes I'd never seen beforeShe grew up where the sun does run out across the skySweetened her up nice, sliced some strawberry wineI crowned her at my mile, oh my strawberry queenI ain't cut out for royalty, never saw myself againNo blue blood in these veins, just a mountain boy with dreamsBut I got caught up in her love like a storm down in the gulfThe high winds wrecked my dog's floodWater up in the gulf, water up in the gulfI rest my locks, my way breaks on the rocksFor my strawberry queenI ain't the first to pledge my service to the crownI know her subjects in the past that let her downTreasonous fools never come around this townOr I throw my fists and give them hellAnd stand my ground for herFor my strawberry queenFor my strawberry queenI met her at a dance hall early one springFelt like Adam next to Eve staring at a fruit of GodSo I wrapped a bud around my heart and placed it in a box of cherry woodI asked her if she could take that box and do it goodShe smiled and said she would, oh my strawberry queenI ain't the first to pledge my service to the crownI know her subjects in the past that let her downTreasonous fools never come around this townOr I throw my fists and give them hellAnd stand my ground for herFor my strawberry queenFor my strawberry queenFor my strawberry queenFor my strawberry queenyou