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Went out in norfork hung on a short shortLivin' with a bottle of wineTo music, ladies and burned out babiesI was tryin' to write a couple of linesSherriff gribbs with his grim ad libsSpoutin' 'bout the crime in the streetsAnd women were screamin' and some were dreamin''bout the crowd between the sheetsYou know that music died, hurt my prideSomehow I got through, back in '72Somehow we made it to baton rougeWe stayed inside for a weekWe weren't in town for no mardi grasSo we decided to sleepHouston, yes, was a good old guestTho knows how bad we wanted to playBut we got homesick for lincoln park(imagine that) and then we just couldn't stayTricky dick, he played it slickSomething I was afraid he'd doBack in '72 , oh, '72Then all our new born philosophersOut went to alert the worldThen some psuedo-intellectualsEven got it unfurledTakin' notes on that harvard courseAnd got me on a bottle of seedIt was so hip to be negativeSo square to try and leaveWhen the waters cleared, it was what we fearedWe learned nothin' new,Back in '72Back in '72Back in '72 back in '72,...
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