(E. Drake)
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[Recorded April 22, 1965, Hollywood]
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[spoken intro:]
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Here's an awfully pretty folk song
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When I was seventeen it was a very good year
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It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights
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We'd hide from the lights on the village green
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When I was seventeen
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[brief instrumental]
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When I was twenty-one it was a very good year
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It was a very good year for city girls who lived up the stair
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With all that perfumed hair and it came undone
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When I was twenty-one
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[brief instrumental]
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Then I was thirty-five 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, we'd ride in limousines their chauffeurs would drive
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When I was thirty-five
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[brief instrumental]
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But now the days grow short, I'm in the autumn of the year
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And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
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From the brim to the dregs, and it poured sweet and clear
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It was a very good year
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[brief instrumental]
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It was a mess of good years
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It Was A Very Good Year
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| Frank Sinatra |
