Dm A Dm When I was seventeen Eb It was a very good year Dm F It was a very good year for small town girls Eb And soft summer nights D We’d hide from the lights C On the village green D When I was seventeen Dm A Dm When I was twenty-one Eb It was a very good year Dm F It was a very good year for city girls Eb Who lived up the stair D With all that perfumed hair C and it came undone D When I was twenty-one Dm A Dm When I was thirty-five Eb It was a very good year Dm F It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls Eb Of independent means D We’d ride in limousines C Their chauffeurs would drive D When I was thirty-five Dm A Dm But now the days are short Eb I'm in the autumn of the year Dm F And now I think of my life as vintage wine Eb from fine old kegs D from the brim to the dregs C It’s oh sweet and clear D It was a very good year Dm A
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