[Intro] Dm ADm When I was seventeenEb It was a very good yearDm F It was a very good year for small town girlsEb And soft summer nightsD We'd hide from the lightsC On the village greenD When I was seventeen( Dm A )Dm When I was twenty-oneEb It was a very good yearDm F It was a very good year for city girlsEb Who lived up the stairD With all that perfumed hairC And it came undoneD When I was twenty-one( Dm A )Dm When I was thirty-fiveEb It was a very good yearDm F It was a very good year for blue-blooded girlsEb Of independent meansD We'd ride in limousinesC Their chauffeurs would driveD When I was thirty-five( Dm A )Dm But now the days grow shortEb I'm in the autumn of the yearDm F And now I think of my life as vintage wineEb From fine old kegsD From the brim to the dregsC And it poured sweet and clearD It was a very good year( Dm A ) It was a mess of good years
It Was a Very Good Year
Frank Sinatra
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