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When I was seventeen, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for small town girl and soft summer night.
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We'd hide from the light on the village green when I was seventeen.
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When I was twenty-one, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for city girl who lived up the stairs
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With perfume hair that came undone when I was twenty-one.
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When I was thirty-five, it was a very good year. It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls of independent means.
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We'd ride in limousines. Their chauffeurs would drive when I was thirty-five.
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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
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From the brim to the dregs. It poured sweet and clear. It was a very good year.
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JACKSON
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Billy Edd Wheeler/Jed Peters
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We got married in a fever. Hotter than a pepper sprout. We've been talkin' 'bout Jackson ever since the fire went out.
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I'm goin' to Jackson. Gonna mess around. I'm goin' to Jackson. You know I'm pleasure bound.
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Well, you go on, sweet daddy, go ahead and wreck your health. Play your hand like a lover man and make a big fool of yourself.
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Go on to Jackson. Comb your hair. Gotta snowball Jackson. See if I care.
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When I breeze into that city, people gonna scrape and bow. All them women gonna beg me teach 'em what they don't know how.
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I'm goin' down to Jackson. Turn loose my coat. I'm goin' to Jackson. "Goodbye," that's all she wrote.
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When they laugh at you in Jackson, I'll be dancin' on the pony keg. Then I'll lead you 'round town like a scolded hound,
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With your tail tucked between your legs.
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So, go on down to Jackson. You big talkin' man. I'll be waitin' in Jackson behind my Japan fan.
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IT WAS A VERY GOOD YEAR
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| Ervin Drake |
