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,...