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Bob Seger
Bob Seger


Background information
Birth name Robert Clark Seger
Born May 6, 1945
Born place Dearborn, Michigan, United States
Genre(s) Rock
Heartland Rock
Roots Rock
Blue-eyed soul
Years active 1961—present
Label(s) Capitol Records
Associated acts Kid Rock
Little Feat
Glenn Frey
The Eagles
Shaun Murphy
Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section
Website Website



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Bob Seger Album



1982
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There's a highway, a lonesome stretch of gray
It runs between us, and takes me far away
Out in the distance, always within reach
There's a crossroad, where all the victims meet
I close my eyes, and see her face
It's all I want to see
And deep inside, it still amazes me

Even now
She's all that I want
She's all that I need
Even now
She's givin' it all
She's givin' it free
Even now
When everything's right
When everything's wrong
Even now
She's keepin' me straight
She's keepin' me strong
She gets to me, somehow, Even now

And through the darkness, through all the endless days
Through all the changes, the pointless one act plays
I can still make it, I can still stand tall
Cause I've got my girl, to get me through it all
Through all the doubt, and all the fear
And all that I can't say, still somehow
She'll help me find my way

Even now
She's still in my heart
She's still in my soul
Even now
She's still on my mind
Wherever I go
Even now
Through all of my days
And all of my nights
Even now
She's keepin' it real
She's keepin' it right
She gets to me, somehow
Even now
Ahhh
She's all that I want
She's all that I need
Even now
She's givin' it all
She's givin' it free
When everything's right
When everything's wrong
She's keepin' it real
She's keepin' it strong
Even now

. . .


The big line moved one mile an hour
So loud it really hurt
The big line moved so loud
It really hurt
Back in '55
We were makin' thunderbirds

We filled conveyors
We met production
Foremen didn't waste words
We met production
Foremen didn't waste words
We were young and proud
We were makin' thunderbirds

We were makin' thunderbirds
We were makin' thunderbirds
They were long and low and sleek and fast
They were all you ever heard
Back in '55
We were makin' thunderbirds

Now the years have flown and the plants have changed
And you're lucky if you work
The big line moves but you're lucky if you work
Back in '55
We were makin' thunderbirds

We were makin' thunderbirds
We were makin' thunderbirds
They were long and low and sleek and fast
They were classic in a word
Back in '55
We were makin' thunderbirds
We were young and proud
We were makin' thunderbirds
We were young and sure
We were makin' thunderbirds

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Southern sun
Ridin' high
Winter nights
Warm and dry
You've earned your space buddy
You've done your time
How come you've got no
Peace of mind

Lots of work
Everywhere
Lots of money honey
Gettin' your share
The folks back home say
They'd love to be in your shoes so
How come you've got those
Boomtown blues

You can't miss that freezin' rain
You'd have to be insane
To head back north
And go through all that again

No chill in the air
No morning dew
No change of seasons
The sky always seems so blue
The earth ain't black and
The wind ain't cold
All of a sudden now
You feel so old

Somethin's wrong
And it's cuttin' deep
You're feelin' restless and it's
Hard to sleep
Look what you win but
Look what you lose
Stuck here in Heaven
With these Boomtown blues

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Album: The Distance
Composer: Rodney Crowell

Until you've been beside a man
You don't know what he wants
You don't know if he cries at night
You don't know if he don't
Where nothing comes easy, old nightmares are real
Until you've been beside a man
You don't know how he feels

But once inside a woman's heart
A man must keep his head
Heaven opens up the door
Where angels fear to tread
Some men go crazy, some men go slow
Some men go just where they want
Some men never go

Oh, blame it on midnight
Ooh, shame on the moon

Everywhere is all around
Comfort in the crowd
Stranger's faces all around
Laughing right out loud
Hey, watch where you're goin'
Step light on old toes
‘Cuz until you've been beside a man
You don't know who he knows

Oh, blame it on midnight
Ooh, shame on the moon
Oh, blame it on midnight
Ooh, shame on the moon

Blame it on midnight
You can blame it on midnight
Shame, shame, shame, shame on the moon
Blame it on midnight
Shame on the moon

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Words and Music by Bob Seger

There's a distant sound to the outward bound
On a lonesome windy night
A restless sigh as it fades away
A longing at first light
There's a sad resolve that it's all gone wrong
Yet before you turn to go
It comes to you
It's really true
It's your love that's last to know

Well we take our time we're polite and kind
To the strangers that we meet
And the ones who share the ones who really care
They don't seem to make us feel complete
So we stand alone
And we act so strong
We're all such worldly souls
Till we find one day
We've lost our way
And our love's the last to know

So we stand alone
And we act so strong
We're all such worldly souls
Then we find one day
That we've lost our way
And our love's the last to know
Then we find one day
That we've lost our way
And our love's the last to know

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Took a look down a westbound road, right away I made my choice
Headed out to my big two-wheeler, I was tired of my own voice
Took a bead on the northern plains and just rolled that power on

Twelve hours out of Mackinaw City stopped in a bar to have a brew
Met me a girl and we had a few drinks and I told her what I'd decided to do
She looked out the window a long long moment then she looked into my eyes
She didn't have to say a thing, I knew what she was thinkin'

Roll, roll me away, won't you roll me away tonight
I too am lost, I feel double-crossed and I'm sick of what's wrong and what's right
We never even said a word, we just walked out and got on that bike
And we rolled
And we rolled clean out of sight

We rolled across the high plains
Deep into the mountains
Felt so good to me
Finally feelin' free

Somewhere along a high road
The air began to turn cold
She said she missed her home
I headed on alone

Stood alone on a mountain top, starin' out at the Great Divide
I could go east, I could go west, it was all up to me to decide
Just then I was a young hawk flyin' and my soul began to rise
And pretty soon
My heart was singin'

Roll, roll me away, I'm gonna roll me away tonight
Gotta keep rollin', gotta keep ridin', keep searchin' till I find what's right
And as the sunset faded I spoke to the faintest first starlight
And I said next time
Next time
We'll get it right


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There's a house behind a house
There's a dream behind a dream
There's a heart outside a heart
There's a hope behind a hope

When two people know that it's time to go
When do they give in
At what point in time do they really find
They must let it end

Lonely faces everywhere
Watch them starin' at their hands
As the walls keep closin' in
As the days go on and on

When two people see it can never be
When do they give up
When do they concede they must let it be
Now they've had enough They've had enough

Lonely faces everywhere
Watch them starin' at their hands
There's a house behind a house
There's a dream behind a dream

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Passed the old church on the edge of town
Trailways bus was right on time
Passed your uncle's store on main street
His old truck was parked outside
Everything seemed so much larger then
This old town has hardly grown
Has it really been ten long years
Now you're finally comin' home

Comin' home
You've been gone so very long
Comin' home
You'll just say you're comin' home

You left your hometown for the city lights
You were young and you were strong
Lots of traffic lots of sleepless nights
Lots of dreams that all went wrong
You'll just tell them what they want to hear
How you took the place by storm
You won't tell them how you lost it all
You'll just say you're comin' home

Comin' home
You grew tired of being alone
Comin' home
You'll just say you're comin' home

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When your baby up and leaves you
Up and leaves you flat
Don't you laugh my friend sometimes it happens just like that
First you feel the anger then the sorrow will soon take control
And there'll be hard times for sure
Long cold lonely nights

It might not sound like much
But it'll mean a lot you'll see
Every hour you survive will come to be
A little victory
Little victory

As you struggle through each day
Each strange new day
Feelin' lost and wounded tryin' hard to find your way
No one there to talk it out with
Learnin' how to sleep alone
Overcomin' each new doubt
Tryin' hard just to accept it all

Everytime you keep control when you're cut off at the knees
Everytime you take a punch and still stand at ease
Little victories
Little victories

And when night falls and there's no one around
The cruelest time of all and not one sound
Listenin' to the wind blow
Listenin' to the tickin' of the clock
Tryin' hard to forget
Tryin' hard to just accept it all

As you step out in the night take a lesson from the trees
Watch the way they learn to bend with each breeze
Little victories
Everytime you make it through
It's another little victory
Day by day minute by minute
Little victories

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