When I was seventeen it was a very good year
It was a very good year
For small town girls and soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one it was a very good year
It was a very good year
For city girls who lived up the stairs
With all that perfume hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year
It was a very good year
For blue-blooded girls of independent means
We'd ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short,
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear.
It was a very good year
Writer(s): Ervin Drake
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