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Written by Ervin Drake
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 light 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