The world turned upside down I am not throwin’ away my shot Down, down, down ‘Til the world turns upside down The battle of Yorktown seventeen-eighty-one Monsieur Hamilton Monsieur Lafayette

Oh she's only seventeen Whine whine whine, weep over everything Bloody Mary breakfast busting up the street Brothers fighting, when's the baby gonna sleep Heaving ship too sails away Said it's a culmination of a story and a goodbye session It's a tick of

Your life serving daughter Be scared of living There's hope in the air There's hope in the water There is a man that I know For seventeen years he never spoke Guess he had nothing to say He opened his mouth on judgment day I listened with all of my might

It look like I been cookin', it look like I been cookin' Bad bitches, fuckin' everyone of 'em Ten chains, rockin' everyone of 'em I'm in the club, bitches beggin' me to shoot 'em up With the seventeens, sixteens, there ain't a new one up Summer's gone

In the eye of a hurricane There is quiet For just a moment A yellow sky I couldn’t seem to die I wrote my way out When I was seventeen a hurricane Destroyed my town I didn’t drown

Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb My heart's still stuck at a stop light With you sittin' there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green,

They were the best of times, they were the best of times Dead and gone so long, seventeen's so gone So pour out some liquor, make it an old-fashioned Remember your youth, in all that you do The plank and the passion It's the false side of hope where

Go, go, go, little queenie Standin' over by the record machine Looking like a model On the cover of a magazine She's too cute to be a minute over seventeen I got lumps in my throat When I saw her comin' down the aisle I got the wiggles in my knees When

Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one

For a boy in Fiddler's Green Oh nothing's changed anyway One, two, three, four, one, two September seventeen For a girl I know it's Mother's Day Her son has gone alee And that's where he will stay Wind on the weathervane Tearing blue eyes sailor-mean