Corey Smith

Corey Smith - If I Could Do It Again songtekst

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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@yahoo.com for these lyrics
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