If I Could do It Again

Corey Smith

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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
    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

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    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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