Back in 72 — текст песни (Bob Seger)

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 werent 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 couldnt stay



Tricky dick, he played it slick



Something I was afraid hed 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,



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