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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

Then all our new born philosophers
Out went to alert the world
Then some psuedo-intellectuals
Even got it unfurled
Makin' 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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