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,...