Topic: AT 17
i haven't thought about writing a song for two weeks while i was on holiday as i haven't even seen a guitar. i got home yesterday (wednesday) and picked up my baby and had a little strum and a riff came, followed today by a song, no recording yet as i've just finished it and it may still change in places.
At Seventeen.Undefined
[G] She became a woman [C] at [D] seventeen. (E-C-D-G)
[G] Never understood why she was [C] made [D] unclean. (E-C-D-G)
[Em] Everyone in town knows what [D] she's been through.
But [Am] they don't give a damn cos she's “[C] such a [D] fool”.
And [Am] she don't deserve all this [D] ridicule.
At [G] seventeen.
She got herself a boy and he was well to do.
His daddy was a banker and his mamma's in food.
He took her for a ride in an open top car.
Then he made her do some things that she ain't done before.
But once was not enough, he wants more and more.
At seventeen.
[Bm] How can she tell him he's to [Em] be a dad?
When he's [Am] only a boy in-[C] spite of all [D] that?
Still his [Bm] dad is gonna pay to get [Em] rid of the brat......
It takes two to tango.
It takes a boy and a girl to make a child.
While he walks around with a smile on his face.
She sits at home and cries cos it's her disgrace.
And she's not welcome now in any place.
At seventeen.
At seventeen.
Words & Music by Phill Williams.
Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.