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