Bob Seger - Back In 72 Lyrics
Words and music by bob segerWent out in norfork hung on a short shortLivin with a bottle of wineTo music, ladies and burned out babiesI was tryin to write a couple of linesSherriff gribbs with his grim ad libsSpoutin bout the crime in the streetsAnd women were screamin and some were dreaminbout the crowd between the sheetsYou know that music died, hurt my prideSomehow I got through, back in 72Somehow we made it to baton rougeWe stayed inside for a weekWe werent in town for no mardi grasSo we decided to sleepHouston, yes, was a good old guestTho knows how bad we wanted to playBut we got homesick for lincoln park(imagine that) and then we just couldnt stayTricky dick, he played it slickSomething I was afraid hed doBack in 72 , oh, 72Then all our new born philosophersOut went to alert the worldThen some psuedo-intellectualsEven got it unfurledTakin notes on that harvard courseAnd got me on a bottle of seedIt was so hip to be negativeSo square to try and leaveWhen the waters cleared, it was what we fearedWe learned nothin new,Back in 727272In 72Back in 72Back in 72 back in 72,...
