Bob Seger — Back in 72

[Intro] Ho, huh, yeah Alright alright [Verse 1] Been out in Norfolk, hung on a short choke Livin' with a bottle of wine The music ladies and burned out babies I was tryin' to write a couple of lines Sheriff Gribbs in his grim ad libs Spoutin' about the crime in the street And women were screamin' and some was dreamin' 'Bout the crimes between the sheets [Chorus] You know that music died Hurt my pride But somehow I pulled through Back in '72 Oh, oh yeah [Verse 2] Somehow we made it to Baton Rouge We stayed inside for a week We weren't in time for no Mardi Gras So we decided to sleep Houston, yes, was a good old guest Lord knows how bad we wanted to play But we got homesick for Lincoln Park, imagine And man we just couldn't stay [Chorus] Tricky Dick He played it slick Something I's afraid he'd do Back in '72 Oh, '72, oh, oh, woah [Sax Solo] Come on Alright alright Oh, oh yeah [Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] Then all our nouveau philosophers Our windows for the world Pessimistic pseudo-intellectual Avant-garde-ish pearls Takin' notes on the Holocaust They're copying 'em down on their sleeve It was so hip to be negative So square to try and believe [Chorus] When the waters cleared It was what we feared We learned nothin' new Back in '72 [Outro] Oh '72 '72 Lord Back in '72 Back in '72 Oh, back in '72 Oh, back in '72 Oh, back in '72 Oh, '72 Oh, back in '72 Come on, come on, come on Back in '72 (Oh) Hey