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    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

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    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

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    Composición: Bob Seger

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