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Corey smith if i could do it again
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Composer

Lyrics

Best friends in a pickup truck, we were Panama City bound Eight hours in the back, wind blowin' with the sun beatin' down Makin' plans to raise some hell, celebratin' our senior year I had a trash bag full of clothes and a suitcase full of beer We got pulled over by the Alabama state patrol But they never found the booze, so they had to let us go If I could do it again, you know I'd do it the same Got a room at the Beach Club Inn, it was a dump but we didn't care Between the cruisin' and the beach and the clubs we were hardly ever there We'd get drunk and raise some hell and I'd play my guitar in the sand Everyone would come and sing along and the pretty girls would dance The Florida shore it really put a spell on me Turned a quiet Sunday school boy into the life of the party If I could do it again you know I'd do it the same I'd pass out on the beach drinkin' Golden Grain I'd wake up covered in sand with that bottle in my hand Then I'd go for a swim and start drinkin' again Oh I'd break all the rules, just like I used to do If I could do it again, yeah I met a girl from Tennessee, no I don't remember her name But I can still see her top pulled down and that belly button ring We kissed but I didn't tell, no, I had to keep it hush on the down low I had girlfriend back at home and she didn't need to know Sure I felt a little guilty as we dusted off our clothes But she was wild and she was fine Lord, worth every lie I told If I could do it again, you know I'd do it the same With the one night stands and the drinkin' games You know I'd check out the girls at the clubs, hookin' up whenever I could Sex on a beach never tasted as good I'd break my first love's heart, forget to hide the fingernail marks If I could do it again, yeah I'd get sunburned on a new tattoo, lose my favorite jeans and my tennis shoes Get kicked out of my hotel room and sleep in the truck for a night or two Blow all my money, have to call my dad and work two months to pay him back Take bong hits and laugh like hell, flick the police off and get hauled to jail If I could do it again I'd do it the same, not one regret I wouldn't change a thing
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