When you're seventeen, life's a fortune at your feet
And the roses that they sing about are in your cheek
And the stars they long to touch are shining in your eye (Ohhh)
Seventeen is one thing money cannot buy (Oooh)
My mama, bless her heart, raised seven kids, and raised 'em right
And she said, with prayer, and papa's razor strop, she won the fight
And when her day's work was done, she'd wipe the family album clean
And show us pictures of the pretty girl she was at sеventeen
And my daddy, well for forty years hе plowed Old Back, up and down
Tryin' to scratch out a livin' from rocky ground (Oooh)
And he told me that he'd gladly plow back through those years again (Oooh)
If he could just call back the summer when he and Mama were seventeen (Oooh)
A watermelon has a flavor that nothin' else can match (Oooh)
'Specially when you steal it from somebody else's patch (Oooh)
And honeysuckle? Well, that smells just like your girl's perfume (Oooh)
Seventeen's a time for kissin', and dreamin' of a honeymoon
When you're seventeen, you haven't learned to cheat and lie
And you're not afraid to stand up and look the world straight in the eye
You haven't learned that your best friend can be cheap and mean
The average age in Eden must have been exactly seventeen
When you're seventeen, life's a fortune at your feet
And the roses that they sing about are in your cheek
And the stars they long to touch are shining in your eye (Ohhh)
Seventeen is one thing money cannot buy (Oooh)
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