Lyrics:

Written by ervin drake


When I was seventeen, it was a very good year.

It was a very good year for small town girls and soft summer nights.

We'd hide from the light on the village green 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 stairs

With perfume hair that 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.