Corey Smith

Corey Smith - If I Could Do It Again

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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

we had a trash bag full of cloths and a suitcase full of beers

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 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 yea

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 yea

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, *flip* 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

Thanks to amandak122 for these lyrics

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