Текст, перевод и аккорды “Back In '72”
- 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, Back in 72 72 72 In 72 Back in 72 Back in 72 back in 72,...
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