Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy, out in the back seat of my '60 Chevy. Workin' on mysteries without any clues, workin' on our night moves.
Bob SegerI was a runner, a failed quarterback, third-string quarterback, but in track I was a 2-miler.
Bob SegerCall me a relic, call me what you will, say I'm old fashion, say I'm over the hill. Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock and roll.
Bob Seger