When I was seventeen
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It was a very good year
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It was a very good year for small town girls
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And soft summer nights
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We'd hide from the lights
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On the village green
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When I was seventeen
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When I was twenty-one
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It was a very good year
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It was a very good year for city girls
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Who lived up the stair
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With all that perfumed hair
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And it came undone
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When I was twenty-one
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When I was thirty-five
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It was a very good year
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It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
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Of independent means
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We'd ride in limousines
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Their chauffeurs would drive
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When I was thirty-five
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But now the days grow short
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I'm in the autumn of the year
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And now I think of my life as vintage wine
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From fine old kegs
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From the brim to the dregs
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And it poured sweet and clear
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It was a very good year
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It was a mess of good years
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It Was A Very Good Year (With Willie Nelson)
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| Ray Charles |
