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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Ervin Drake
Paroles/Composition
Chris Walden
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nick Patrick
Production
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Ingénierie
Gregg Field
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Paroles
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 lights 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 stair
With all that perfumed hair and it came undone
When I was twenty-one
Then 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 grow short, I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine from fine old kegs
But from the brim to the dregs, it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
Writer(s): Ervin Drake
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