Back In '72 lyrics

Been out in Northport, hung on a short shore

Livin' with a bottle of wine

With music ladies and burned out babies

I was tryin' to write a couple of lines

Sherriff Gribbs and 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

You know that music died, hurt my pride

But somehow I pulled 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

Lord knows how bad we wanted to play

But we got homesick for Lincoln Park, imagine

And man we just couldn't stay

Tricky Dick, he played it slick

Something I was afraid he'd do,

Back in '72...'72

Then all our newborn philosophers,

Our windows for the world

Pessimistic psuedo-intellectual

Avant-garde-ish pearls

Takin' notes on The Holocaust

They're copying it down on their sleeve

It was so hip to be negative

So square to try and believe

When the waters cleared, it was what we feared

We learned nothin' new

Back in '72, '72...

• Artist:Bob Seger
• Album:Back In '72 (1973)