Frank Sinatra - It was a very good year

When I was ^Bmseventeen It was a ^Cvery good year It was a ^Bmvery good year for ^Dsmall town girls And ^Csoft summer nights We d ^Bhide from the lights On the ^Avillage green When I was ^Bseventeen

When I was ^Bmtwenty-one It was a ^Cvery good year It was a ^Bmvery good year for ^Dcity girls Who ^Clived up the stair With all that ^Bperfumed hair and it ^Acame undone When I was ^Btwenty-one

When I was ^Bmthirty-five It was a ^Cvery good year It was a ^Bmvery good year for ^Dblue-blooded girls Of ^Cindependent means We d ^Bride in limousines Their ^Achauffeurs would drive When I was ^Bthirty-five

But now the ^Bmdays are short I'm in the ^Cautumn of the year And ^Bmnow I think of my life as ^Dvintage wine from ^Cfine old kegs from the ^Bbrim to the dregs It s ^Aoh sweet and clear It was a ^Bvery good year