Bob Seger - Back In 72 lyrics

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 psuedo-intellectuals Even got it unfurled Takin' notes on that harvard course And got me on a bottle of seed It was so hip to be negative So square to try and leave When the waters cleared, it was what we feared We learned nothin' new, Back in '72 '72 '72 In '72 Back in '72 Back in '72 back in '72,...