Dm When I was seventeen D# It was a very good year Dm F It was a very good year for small town girls D# And soft summer nights D We’d hide from the lights C On the village green D 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 stair With all that perfumed 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D Dm D# F |