Bob Seger
Back In '72
Back In 72
Words and music by bob seger
Went out in norfork hung on a short short
Livin' with a bottle of wine
To music, ladies and burned out babies
I was tryin' to write a couple of lines
Sherriff gribbs with his grim ad libs
Spoutin' 'bout the crime in the streets
And women were screamin' and some were dreamin'
'bout the crowd between the sheets
You know that music died, hurt my pride
Somehow i got through, back in '72
Somehow we made it to baton rouge
We stayed inside for a week
We weren't in town for no mardi gras
So we decided to sleep
Houston, yes, was a good old guest
Tho knows how bad we wanted to play
But we got homesick for lincoln park
(imagine that) and then we just couldn't stay
Tricky dick, he played it slick
Something i was afraid he'd do
Back in '72 , oh, '72
Then all our new born philosophers
Out went to alert the world
Then some pessimistic psuedo-intellectual even got unfurled.
Taking notes on a hall-mark card.
and copying them down on your sleeve.
It was so hip to be negative
So square to try an believe
When the borders cleared it was what we feared
we learned nothing new
Back in 72'
In '72
Back in '72
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